5 Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight

Ophie wouldn't have been nearly as brave if her sister hadn't been by her side. In her mind Ophie imagined herself-and her sister, of course- to be a mighty warrior, more than enough to show the ratty creature who was boss. But reality wasn't quite as exciting as that. The creature didn't seem all that fussed really and easily stepped out of the way, causing Ophie to whiff so hard she lost her footing and tripped, falling onto her pudgy puppy tummy. She landed with a muffled ooof, her limbs splayed flat as she laid there for a moment and watched Gos go to nip the possum on the butt. Having been on the receiving end of her sister's sabers the possum ought to leave, if it knew what was good for it!

Scrambling to her paws, Ophie gritted her teeth and let out the meanest, most rumbly growl she could muster. In her mind she sounded like a beast, like her great Da who was so fierce and powerful that it'd only take one look of his send the possum running for its life. Again, reality wasn't quite what she envisioned. She leapt forward again, teeth snapping as she mimicked her sisters attack, going for the rump with a tactical nip.