Was there a such thing as a leash for a sugar glider? If not then Beverly would invent the very first one, Chomper her model example. It shouldn't surprise her that the marsupial would off and go his own direction. The thing had no boundaries.

"Chomper--Chomper come back!" She chased after it, not looking where she was going. Not until a glimmer of light caught her eye.

Oh. Trophy room. Well. Hello.