Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
Brother dashed under sideways and up, then twit- 
tered in needle tones of joy, for he had won the 
prize and won it in fair play. The old Bat would 
have eaten it on the wing, but the little ones were 
not yet steady enough for that, so they flew to a 
tall tree, and to a top branch which afforded a good 
perch, and there they revelled in the spoils. 
THE UNDOING OF LITTLE BROTHER 
The Thunder Moon was worthy of its name. 
Night after night there were thunderstorms that 
prevented the Bats going out to hunt, and the 
hardship of hunger was theirs, for more than once 
they had to crouch in the home den while the skies 
and trees shivered in thunder that shook down 
drenching streams of rain. Then followed a few 
clear days and nights with growing heat. Little 
Brother, always petulant, chittered and crooned 
in querulous notes, but Brother and Mother bore 
it all silently. The home was surely very close, 
but it was a safe refuge. At last Little Brother 
would stand it no longer. The morning hunt was 
over, that is the second meal, the east was showing 
a dawning. All three had huddled in the old safe 
home, but it got closer and hotter, another blazing 
day was coming, and Little Brother, in spite of 
warning chitters from his mother and bead-eyed 
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