Part 7 (1/2)

”What might catch us?” asked the biggest little Rabbit.

”Oh, a Hawk, perhaps, or a Weasel.”

”What does a Hawk look like?”

”Like a great bird floating in the sky,” said Papa Rabbit. ”Now, don't ask me a single question more.”

”Does a Hawk look like that bird above us?” asked the biggest little Rabbit.

His father gave one look upward. ”Yes!” he said. ”Run!”

And just as the Hawk swooped down toward the ground, he saw nine white-tipped tails disappear into a burrow near by.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

THE LITTLE BAT WHO WOULDN'T GO TO BED

”Come,” said Mamma Bat, flying toward her home in the cave, ”it is time that you children went to bed. The eastern sky is growing bright, and I can see the fleecy clouds blush rosy red as the sun looks at them.”

The little Bats flitted along after her, and Papa Bat came behind them.

They had been flying through the starlit forest all night, chasing the many small insects that come out after the sun has gone down, and pa.s.sing in and out of the tangled branches without ever touching one.

Indeed, Mamma Bat would have been ashamed if children of hers flew against anything in the dark. There might be some excuse for such a mistake in the daytime, for Bats' eyes do not see well then, but in the night-time! She would have scolded them well, and they would have deserved it, for Bats have the most wonderful way of feeling things before they touch them, and there are no other people in the forest who can do that. There are no other people who can tell by the feeling of the air when something is near, and the Bats made much fun of their friend, the Screech Owl, once, when he flew against a tree and fell to the ground.

And now the night was over and their mother had called them to go home.

One of the little Bats hung back with a very cross look on his face, and twice his father had to tell him to fly faster. He was thinking how he would like to see the forest in the daytime. He had never seen the sun rise, and he wanted to do that. He had never seen any of the day-birds or the animals that awaken in the morning. He thought it was pretty mean to make poor little Bats go off to bed the minute the stars began to fade. He didn't believe what his father and mother said, that he wouldn't have a good time if he did stay up. He had coaxed and coaxed and teased and teased, but it hadn't made a bit of difference. Every morning he had to fold his wings and go to sleep in a dark crack in the rock of the cave, hanging, head downward, close to the rest of the family. Their father said that there never was a better place to sleep than in this same crack, and it certainly was easy to catch on with the hooks at the lower ends of their wings when they hung themselves up for the day. But now he just wouldn't go to bed, so there!

”It is your turn next,” said Mamma Bat to him, when the rest of the children had hung themselves up.

”I'm not going to bed,” the little Bat answered.

”Not going to bed!” said his father. ”Are you crazy?”

”No,” said the little Bat, ”I'm _not_.”

”I don't believe the child is well,” said Mamma Bat. ”He never acted like this before. I'm afraid he has overeaten.” And she looked very anxious.

”I _am_ well, and I _haven't_ eaten too much,” said the little Bat. ”I think you might let a fellow have some fun once in a while. I've never seen the sun in my life, and there are whole lots of birds and animals in the forest that I've only heard about.”

Papa and Mamma Bat looked at each other without speaking.

”I _won't_ go to bed!” said the little Bat.

”Very well,” said his father. ”I shall not try to make you. Fly away at once and let us go to sleep.”

After he had gone, Mamma Bat said, ”I suppose you did right to let him go, but it seems too bad that children have to find out for themselves the trouble that comes from disobedience.”

The little Bat flew away feeling very brave. He guessed he knew how to take care of himself, even in daylight. He felt sorry for his brothers who were in the cave, but he made up his mind that he would tell them all about it the next night.