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 her paws.

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.