Every morning before bed Bailey’s mama would wrap her wing around the little bat and whisper Get a good day’s rest Bailey We’re going to be busy tonight There are plenty of mosquitoes to be eaten in the darkness of these woods Do not leave the roost while the rest of us are sleeping Do you understand Bailey’s furry brown head would nod Yes Mama
But while all the other little brown bats were hanging upside down asleep Bailey the Bat was wide awake On this particular morning Bailey heard a very loud and very sad sound coming from somewhere deep in the forest It sounded almost like an upset foghorn
