The flying-squirrel builds its nest in decayed holes in old trees.
But the flying-squirrel is less nimble on his feet than the red or the gray.
Till near the first gray of dawn not a flying-squirrel had dared approach its neighborhood.
Indeed, the flying-squirrel has little or no advantage over him, and in speed and nimbleness cannot compare with him at all.
All but paralyzed by exhaustion and by the utter extremity of his fear, the flying-squirrel stopped racing with his wheel.
The boy had no means of knowing whether the flying-squirrel was like his red cousin or not in the matter of a taste for meat.
What was it you shot this time, Alec—a pole-cat or a flying-squirrel?