Possum

Safe on a high branch, he crunched his prize and watched the humans return to an empty porch, scratching their heads in confusion. Barnaby let out a soft, satisfied hiss. It wasn't just a meal; it was a performance. And in the world of the garden, Barnaby was the greatest actor of them all.

The humans retreated inside to find a shovel, leaving the door slightly ajar. Sensing his moment, Barnaby "resurrected" himself with lightning speed. He didn't wait for the shovel; he grabbed a mouthful of the cat food, scrambled up the nearest trellis with his prehensile tail, and vanished into the canopy of the oak tree. Possum

His legs went stiff. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. He even managed to look a bit dusty, as if he’d been lying there since the mid-nineties. Safe on a high branch, he crunched his

The moon hung low over the old oak tree, casting long, silver shadows across the garden where lived. Barnaby wasn't like the other nocturnal creatures; while the raccoons were busy plotting trash-can heists and the owls were debating philosophy, Barnaby was a master of the "long game"—also known as napping. And in the world of the garden, Barnaby