Daisy, the possum,
lives in a sycamore tree with leaves the size of footballs
and branches thicker than an elephant's trunk. Daisy is
quite lazy; all day long she hangs by her tail sleeping or
swinging back and forth. Sometimes she gets dizzy. Her
fur is brown, like the color a muddy river.
One bright, sunny
morning, Daisy climbed down from her tree. She saw
something growing at the bottom of a nearby oak tree. She
ran over to it. White daisies with yellow centers and long
green stems grew among the grasses and weeds. She picked
one and took it back to her tree. She stuck it in a hole
on one of the branches and looked at it all day long as
she swung on by her tail.
That night, before
she went to sleep, she grabbed the daisy and held it in
The next day she
picked another one, then another, and then another. Soon
she had enough to have a daisy bouquet.
One morning she ran
over to get a daisy and there weren't any more left. Daisy
looked all around the tree trunk, but there wasn't one
daisy. She ran from one tree to the next and finally came
upon a cluster of purple violets. She picked one and
sniffed it. Happy that it smelled so fragrant, she took it
back to the sycamore tree and added it to the bouquet.
The next morning she
found a clump of wild roses. She picked two and took them
back to the sycamore tree. That night she held the bouquet
of flowers and slept better than she'd ever slept before.
Every day Daisy ran
around the woods looking for different types of flowers.
She had a new bouquet each night.