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 By this time, I was ready to leave my comfy pouch inside my wooden box and venture into the big wide world of the backyard. I was getting too big for my pouch and was really starting to have a good dig in the fresh earth that was being placed with me inside. A special enclosure consisting of galvanised iron dug deep into the ground and reinforced with star pickets was made for me. It was hard work for my foster parents. Too bad they didn't ask me for help in the digging department.
I was placed into my special enclosure and my foster parents dug a hole in the ground and covered it with a concrete slab on three bricks. It was summer by this stage, so the nights were warm and I wasn't cold at all. I guess that my foster parents wanted me to live in this little hole and possibly make some more room for myself. In two nights I had figured this out and had started to dig through the tough, clay soil with my long claws. At last I could really start to dig and get somewhere!
 I managed to dig a nice, cosy burrow that snugly fitted my backside. This was so that I was the only occupant that could fit down the burrow. Woe betide any other animal that would try and follow me down. My backside was starting to become quite tough and the skin was becoming quite thick. I could quite easily block any further access if someone tried to follow me down, and cause quite a bit of damage if I managed to pin them between my backside and one of the walls of my burrow.
 My enclosure was good, but nothing could prepare me for the day and night that it rained.....and rained.....and rained. It rained so much that my burrow was flooded and my foster parents had no choice but to collect me and put me back into my wooden box inside the house for the next two days. I wasn't too happy about that as I'd now decided that I did in fact belong outdoors, but at least I was warm and dry and in somewhat familiar surroundings. By now, I was used to living outdoors and having plenty of dirt to dig in.
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