On most of his walks recently, Old Possum had brought along a satchel, packed with a notebook, a pencil, and measuring tape.

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He was creating a map — the first one, as far as he was aware — of his home garden and the woods. Once he’d finished surveying and measuring and drawing, he would make plenty of copies, so he and his neighbors could mail them to distant friends and relatives and they, too, could picture the locations of Mr. Owl’s schoolhouse, Raccoon’s tree, Rabbit’s tea shop, the chipmunks’ stone wall, and his own cozy house in the old garden shed.

(Mid-May 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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