Ray the Flying Squirrel stands at the edge of a tall tree branch, the wind gently rustling his fur.

“Ahhh, what a perfect day for some high-flying fun!” “The wind feels just right—I can practically hear it calling my name. Time to glide!”

He leaps into the air, spreading his limbs wide as he soars gracefully.

“Woo-hoo! Nothing beats catching some air like this!” “Flying’s easy when you’ve got natural talent—and a squirrel tail that doubles as a parachute!”

He zips past branches, narrowly avoiding a collision with a rock face.

“Whoa! That was close. Heh, no biggie. Precision is key!” “Mighty always says I take too many risks, but where’s the fun without a little danger?”

He spins midair, feeling the thrill of the glide before landing on a rock ledge. “Now to find the next adventure… Maybe I’ll race Sonic next time—if I can keep up!” “Or better yet… chili dog break first!”