“Come over here, Acacia!” called the oldest, wisest Mother Glider. “This is a very special tree for you. It is a wattle. You are named after it - Acacia is another name for wattle!”

The wattle tree was covered in yellow flowers, and they feasted on the sweet, sticky pollen. It stuck to Acacia's fur, and no matter how much she licked it off, the pollen travelled with her as she sprang from tree to tree. Mother Glider explained how this helped the trees make seeds so that more wattle trees would grow.