Opossum
One evening, while foraging for his favorite snacks of fallen fruit and crunchy beetles , Pip encountered a Great Horned Owl . Knowing he couldn't outrun the feathered hunter, Pip leaned into his ancient superpower: he simply "died". His body went stiff, his mouth fell open in a ghastly grin, and he emitted a scent so foul the owl mistook him for a week-old carcass and flew off in search of fresher prey.
Once, in the silver-dappled shadows of an ancient oak tree, lived a "white beast" known as Pip. Pip was a Virginia opossum, a creature whose kind had wandered the earth since before the dinosaurs vanished. With his 50 sharp teeth—more than any other North American mammal—and a prehensile tail that acted like a fifth hand, he was a master of the night. opossum
Well said! What a great reminder to keep spontaneity available and allow it a place in our travels. It's important, now more than ever.
As a regular traveler this is precisely my experience - a terrific piece!