“That’s a lot of food.”
Her lips gathered in a forlorn pout. “It costs too much. And Darcy says it costs too much to keep them warm. They take too much work. That’s what she says,” Daisy complained despondently. “Too much work. That’s what Darcy says. Yeah. Too much work.”
“Well, I’ll sure ask around when I get back home,” I promised her as the energetic creature leaped, or should I say flew like a flying squirrel from my shoulder to the top of her bureau. It actually looked like it had wings, and at that moment it dawned on me why they were called gliders. “Well, this has been quite educational,” I said, noting the time, “but I have to go now.”
Disappointment clouded her face as she picked up the unique creature and gently placed him on a perch in the cage. “You don’t want t
