Daisy rubbed her tummy. It growled with hunger. The possum
licked her lips. All she'd had that day was a few bugs and
berries. She felt like having fish for dinner tonight. She
scurried down to the river and took a few steps into the
cold rushing water. Brrrrrrr. Soon her fur was soaking wet
and she began to shiver. Still, hunger kept her waiting.
She stood still for a few
minutes, waiting for a fish to swim by. She stood, and
stood, and stood. She waited so long that soon the moon
had moved across the sky and the sun was beginning to come
up. Daisy didn't mind. At least the sun warmed her up.
As the first rays shone down on
the river, Daisy saw a fish coming towards her. As it swam
past, she grabbed it. It wriggled and wiggled and squirmed
and tried to get away. She held it tight in both paws and
got out of the river. She carried the fish home and ate it
for breakfast instead of dinner.