When I was little they were cutting down some huge maple trees that were in bad shape infront of my friends house. We saw one flying back and forth. After the cutters and everyone left we noticed there were some babies on the ground. No fur, eyes closed.
My friend and I took them to raise them in an incubator and got a formula to feed them. We had them for a few days or so and then a woman with a mustache came, put them in a dunkin donuts box, and supposily took them to a zoo. I still have the picture of the three baby flying squirrels on my dresser.
I will never forget how bad that woman smelled.
Put me on a mountain, way back in the backwoods
Put me on a lake with biggin' on the line
Put me around a campfire cookin' something I just cleaned