Scootaloo stared straight into the possum's eyes and it stared straight back. Back in Equestria, the only possums Scootaloo had seen were dead, lying on the side of the road after having been hit by carriages or trains or something. Even though she knew that this one was alive from the way it breathed and moved, its eyes looked just as dead as its roadkill kin. It gave Scootaloo the heebie jeebies.

A minute later, she raised an eyebrow. "So, uh, you gonna attack me or something? Should I get running?"

In response, the possum opened its mouth wide and Scootaloo watched as its jaw trembled and then closed.

"Did you just... yawn at me?"

The possum just kept staring at her.

"Ugh, this is hopeless," Scootaloo said. "I'm really losing it, aren't I? I'm just gonna turn back and find another tunnel... pretend there isn't some wacko possum pretending to be dead or whatever..." She turned and trotted up the first few steps. And then, behind her, she heard a loud thud. Scootaloo swivelled her head around to look. "What are you—huh?"

The hole in the wall had only been the size of one brick before; Scootaloo was sure of it. Yet a brick that had been there, right above the hole just moments before, was now just gone. Now, even from her place several steps up, Scootaloo could make out one beady black eye of the infernal creature beyond the wall.

"You have got to be kidding me..." Scootaloo murmured, eyes wide as she watched the possum. The creature reached out its foreclaws from beneath its body and, reaching much further above its head than Scootaloo would have judge it capable of, the possum grabbed hold of the brick set in the wall right above the hole, a claw on either side. The claws bored tiny holes into the stone and, with some wiggling, the brick loosened from its socket. Backing up, the possum pulled it out from the wall with the precision of a machine and then let go of the brick, thrusting it to the right.

A loud thump resounded throughout the tunnel. The possum opened its jaw wide and, fangs bared, made a series of odd squeaking noises.

It was laughing.

"Oh, yeah, good fun," Scootaloo grumbled. She walked back down the steps and tapped one of the bricks. It continued to sit quite securely in the very solid wall. "Okay... you gonna take out some more of these things so I can go through or should I just go back?"

In response, the possum jumped up to its hind legs, grabbed a brick to the side, yanked it from the wall, and tossed it carelessly aside, thump and all, before landing squarely back down onto all fours.

"Luna's feathers... I dunno if I can trust a wacko possum like you but at least you're small enough that I can just buck you in the face if you start chewing on my leg or anything."

The possum just tittered once more and kept pulling out more bricks, slowly but surely creating a sizeable hole for Scootaloo (as well as a sizeable pile of bricks on the other side). She just watched as the creature worked, an odd, mechanical pattern to its motions.