作者:Annie Lin
It was a spring morning, a little bat was born in a dark tree hole. It had brown eyes and dark-red wings with two little feet that looked like other bats, but it wasn’t. The little bat was me. Soon I was a moon old. All the bats started to learn how to fly when they were one month old. So, I learned how to fly with my brothers and sisters who had brown eyes and dark-red wings, too.