Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
darkened and in came a great furry creature with 
big, black shiny eyes. At first it filled the Bat with 
fear, for there was no escape. But it was only a 
gentle mother Flying Squirrel looking for a nursery 
den. To a being of such exquisite sense power as 
a Bat, much knowledge comes without a sound or 
a visible sign, and in some such hidden way a some- 
thing told Atalapha, “Be not afraid. This gentle, 
soft-furred, big-eyed creature will never do you 
harm.” 
Thus it was that Atalapha and Fawn-eyes came 
to share the den, and when the babies of the Flying 
Squirrel came, they found a sort of foster-brother 
in the Bat. Not that he fed or tended them, but 
each knew the other would do him no harm; both 
kinds loved to be warm, and they snuggled together 
in the common den, in closeness of friendship that 
grew as the season passed. 
THE WINGED TIGER AND THE UNKNOWN DEATH 
“ Hoo-hoo-ho-hooooo !”” A deep, booming sound— 
‘it came filling all the valley. Atalapha heard 
it with a scornful indifference. Fawn-eyes heard 
it with a little anxiety. For this was the hoot 
of the Great Horned Owl, the terror of the woods, 
the deadly, perhaps the deadliest, enemy of Bat 
and Flying Squirrel. Both had heard it before, 
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