Watch me glide!
Whoosh!
Glide!
Up, up and away!
Did you see that?
Took a lot of practice to figure that out.
Even though I’m a sugar glider!
Glider’s right in the name!
But so is “sugar"...
Wonder why that is?
Do I taste like sugar?
No, just fur.
Anyway, there’s a very good reason I had to teach myself to glide.
I was raised by humans.
Can you imagine?
Being raised by humans?
You probably can, actually...
But it was pretty weird for me!
The name’s Vern, by the way.
Vern the sugar glider.
And when I was a baby,
some very nice people found me, all alone on the ground.
I was so, so, so little then.
Can you see me? I’m behind the golf ball.
What about now? I’m in the little bag.
Can you spot me?
Got ya! No Vern here. I wasn’t in the wild yet!
I was still just tiny ol’ Vern,
with a nest made of blankets.
Kinda too tiny, actually.
When they first found me,
the humans were pretty worried about my teeny tiny size.
They had to give me lots of food from a dropper.
That made me feel a lot better.
And grow a lot bigger!
Soon, I was climbing all over everybody’s hands.
And drinking... Yum yum yum yum yum yum.
And climbing,
and snoozing,
and climbing,
and playing with this very pretty flower I got as a gift.
I love you, flower.
Also... I was climbing.
I didn’t know why, but I felt like I just had to be up in high places.
Then, one day
I got the urge to jump!
Which was the best feeling in the whole
wide world.
I couldn’t stop jumping!
The people were so proud of me.
Because they knew that if I was good at jumping,
I’d soon be good at gliding.
I have wings kinda, see?
So when I jump
I can soar.
And if I can soar?
I can be wild!
Soon, I got to move into an enclosure outside!
And I met new sugar glider friends.
And I didn’t drink baby formula for babies anymore.
Now I eat bugs.
And this weird sticky stuff that comes out of trees.
It’s really sweet, like sugar!
Huh, wait a second…
Sugar…sugar... sugar... sugar...
That reminds me...
Where’s my flower?
Oh, phew… there you are.
So once I made friends, and learned to glide
and learned to eat tree goo.
It was time for me to leave the enclosure
and go live out in the wild!
I knew I’d miss my humans a lot
so my friends and I didn’t go very far!
We peek in now and again to check on them.
You bein’ good?
Ha, just kidding!
So that’s the story of me:
Vern, the sugar glider.
Wait… sugar… glider… sugar… glider...
Sugar!
Hello!
Whoosh!