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Barnaby stayed perfectly still, even when a giant rubber-soled boot nudged his side. I am a stone, he thought. I am a very ugly, furry stone. . Inside, however, his little heart was actually slowing down, a natural "superpower" that helped him survive the stress of being noticed.

"Oh no, Gary! Look!" a human voice whispered. "The poor thing is dead right on our welcome mat." Possum

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. Barnaby stayed perfectly still, even when a giant