As I jump for joy on an unusually used trampoline, I see the view of the farm, the cows, the trees and the dog holding in her mouth a deflated netball and she’s bouncing around like crazy. I’m in the town of Hamilton in the country at my grandparent’s farm.
I woke up to the sound of Lorna (my grandma) talking,
“Sorry I woke you, but Ron (my grandpa) caught a possum in a trap, the one who is eating all the passionfruit.”
I open my eyes to see on my Mum’s phone that it’s quarter to seven. Lorna keeps talking,
“We are going to relocate her to the Wannon River, so we better get going.”
I’m very excited at this remark. So Mum and I get dressed and walk Buddy AKA the crazy dog. We walk for a block watching cows, horses and for cars. Once we finish, we all separate and go shower. When we are all ready, we ask Kerrie (my auntie) if she would like to come, she replies
We all hop in the car, Ron drives, Mum sits in the front and I sit in the back. We pass farm land and see lots of sheep and occasionally llamas. Ron also tells his famous self-murdering stories. While we arrive I see all the bush land and then the Wannon Fall emerges, I watch the water streaming down and then to hear constant sound of water crashing. As I push the button to lower the window I hear the noise of water and as we drive the sound disappears and becomes the sound of birds.
As the car pulls over to park, I jump out and wait for Ron to open up the back so I can see the possum. I just want to pick it up and hug it, but I know it would probably scrape my eyes out if I did. I watch the possum and Mum tries to get a photo but before she can Ron releases the lock hatch and the possum pushes the door and she is off. Jumping over tree stumps and hoping over broken braches, this possum is fast! And before we can say goodbye, she has disappeared in to the landscape.