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The Bat in Mrs McKellar's Garage


One night a little black bat woke up, stretched his wings, and his ten little toes. Then he flew off into the night to search for food and wave at his friends.

As he was gliding along in the dark he saw his friend Armadillo. He waved, flew on, and thought to himself, “We’re two of a kind, Armadillo and me. People think Armadillo is strange because she’s a mammal with almost no hair. They think I’m strange because I’m the only mammal who can fly. Imagine that!”

The little bat found food everywhere he turned. Then he saw his friend Rabbit. He waved his wing at Rabbit and said to himself, “We’re two of kind, Rabbit and me. He has good eyesight and hearing and so do I. Imagine that!”

After flying a little further and eating a little more, the bat waved his wing at Possum. He said to himself, “We’re two of a kind, Possum and me. Both of us can hang up-side-down. Imagine that!”

Bat had eaten about all he could when he saw his friend Frog. He waved at Frog and thought to himself, “We’re two of a kind, Frog and me. We both just love to eat bugs. Imagine that!”

As the little black bat flew on, he saw a house with a small boy peering out the window. Bat didn’t wave at the boy, but he thought, “We’re two of a kind, that boy and me. He doesn’t know about me and he’s afraid of me and I know nothing about him and I’m afraid, too. Imagine that!”

The bat swallowed a few more tasty bugs, stretched his wings, and flew into his favorite roosting spot, Mrs. McKellar’s garage. His ten little toes grabbed hold of the rafter in the corner. His wings folded in softly. Just as the sun was coming up, he yawned and said to himself, “Good morning.” Then he fell fast asleep.


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