"Dad! Dad! You need to come and see what we found," shouted Tamsyn.
"What is it?" asked Dad as he put down his newspaper and got out of his chair.
"Alex caught a flying mouse!" Tamsyn hopped from foot to foot as she waited for her dad to come with her.
The tiny animal sat atop Alex's gloved hand. The morning was chilly, and it seemed to be soaking up heat through the glove.
Alex turned his hand one way and then another trying to get the best possible look at it. Tamsyn dragged their father up to get a good look.
"Is it a bat, Dad?" asked Alex.
Dad nodded. "It's a little brown bat."
"What do we want to do with it?' asked Alex.
"Well, we don't want to kill it, said Dad. "Bats are valuable animals."
"Does that mean he's worth a lot of money?" asked Tamsyn.
Dad laughed. "No, sweetie, it means that bats do an important job. Did you know that a little bat like this eats his weight in insects every night?"
"How do they catch bugs when it is dark out?" asked Tamsyn.Paragraphs 13 to 28:
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