My three year old was looking in our outside trash can when she said, "Mom, come and look! There is a rat in here." Dana made her way to the trash can and saw a trembling baby opossum. She called me to ask what she should do and I requested her to leave it alone. A few hours later, Dana went out to check on the opossum. It was still there but it was no longer trembling. The baby opossum had turned aggressive and opened its mouth wide to display his long sharp teeth. I thought about this opossum today when I approached a man with a gospel tract as he was pumping gas. He was leaning against his car with both hands in his pockets. I said, "Sir, did you get one of these?" He looked at the tract, left his hands in his pockets, and then looked at me with a blank stare. It seemed like an eternity before he finally displayed his teeth in the form of a smile. What a relief! He took the tract and I walked away without looking back. The opossum was communicating to Dana that it would be best for her to go away. The gentleman at the gas station was communicating that he was friendly. I just wish he would have shown his teeth a little earlier. I would have stuck around for a visit.
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