He rounded a corner and came upon a fat possum.
“Hello,” said the possum. “How are you?” He was nibbling on a palmetto bug. Crunch, crunch.
Scout was so stunned that he forgot to growl.
“Palmetto bug?” The possum offered one to Scout.
Scout thought he ought not be rude. “Oh, no thank you,” he managed politely, hoping the possum couldn’t see his lack of enthusiasm for palmetto bugs in the dim tunnel.
“Oh well, suit yourself. Who are you?” He started eating again.
“I’m Scout, a Springer Spaniel.”
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