Table of contents

Funny Names and Relationship................................................3

Chapter 1: The Dark and the Light...........................................5

Chapter 2: Walking/ Flying away..............................................7

Extra..............................................................................................9-10

Thank you for reading.................................................................11

Funny names and the relationship

A flying fox is a creature. No, not a fox with wings, as you may have already guessed from the cover, but a bat. In fact, the largest bat in all of the knowledge humans have brought together from their home planet, and part of the only species which can fly and are considered mammals; bats. Birds are warm blooded, but not included in the classification of mammals, mostly for one reason; they lay eggs. Birds are also similar to humans, mostly because the way they adapted to different environments. Being warm blooded makes it easier for them to live in the cold. Their bodies can maintain up to 106 fahrenheit. You, probably, by the time you are reading this, have known about cats. Commonly known as pets, one can be quite certain that the other knows about them. 

Bats use echolocation. As most bat species cannot see in the dark, they send out sound waves and listen for vibrations to find predators and prey. But some bats can see in the night, in fact, Flying Foxes can see in the dark as well as cats! They do not abandon their echolocation. It is engraved in them; they do it by instinct, not always for need, but just to use it. All bats use echolocation to communicate with each other. This helps tell where one another is. Different volumes of calls can mean different things, one can mean danger, the other can mean food. Some bats, however, are not fond of sharing with each other and tend to go out on the peak of night, catching fish or finding insects and fruit before the night time rush. 

The dark and the light

I was waiting at night when a strong wind blew. Pulling my wings closer to my body, I awaited the return of my mother. The woods was not a good place to be. Far off, in the distance, I could hear the howling of a coyote and the scamper of rabbits, mice, and birds as they went to their dens. The stirring of owls as they went onto the hunt was deafening. The night air was tense and disturbed, calm, then running in a frenzy. My mother should have been back by now. Wild fear could run through me, that fear that my survival was on the thread of extinction, because if she didn't come, I was doomed. Living in the wild was dangerous. Your very life depended on every action, every movement you have done. One mistake and you might never see the light again.   

So instead I waited. Waited until I thought I couldn't wait anymore. It was obvious by the time the moon was setting that she wasn't coming back. That fear came lose in me now. The night had been hopeless, even with hope in me. I felt loss, not only because of my life, because of hers. My heart sank beneath any depths possible, and that deep feeling of no-reason-to-live settled into me. You may get that sometimes, maybe when you are angry or hopeless. In this case, I was hopeless. It felt like all the life had been drained out of me. But it was the way life was, and it continued.