When I was 12

I was coming home from school and I spotted something odd out of the corner of my eye. When I took a closer look, guess what I say? If you guessed a dead possum then you are correct. When I came home I told my brother. He grabbed his coat and we went back out to investigate. The possum was laying on it's back lifeless. I was a huge wrestling fan back then and I remembered something. I remembered the commentators saying the villains were "playing possum" when they pretended to be hurt. ALAS! I thought to myself. I told my brother about my revelation and he grabbed a stick and poked that little furry fucker. After about 10 pokes he announced it was dead. We headed back home and called animal control. The next day it wasn't there. Did animal control come to pick it up? They are known for not being punctual. Was the possum playing dead so well that it fooled us? Maybe so. Maybe it got up and moon walked away. I am Baliwala. If I find you and I think you're dead, I might call city services. That is all.