It was a beautiful spring day as Mildred walked down
her sidewalk one last time.

"Oh look Joyce, my flowers are going to be full this year.  I
sure
hope my neighbors come over and dig up anything they want.  Be
a
different story if you were going to live her but I didn't spend all
that time caring for them just so strangers could enjoy
them." 
Mildred voice was very sad and crackling as she spoke.

Oh sure, there has to be days like this when things go missing or Possum deletes my stuff.

I like to play possum.