Sometimes they talked about how different they were. It was a game they liked to play. “I swim and you do not,” Frog said, not unkindly. “I fly and you do not,” Little Brown Bat said. Frog nodded. “But I am a good leaper. Sometimes leaping feels like flying.” “I can understand that,” Little Brown Bat said. “But I think it is prettier way up high in the night sky.” Frog sighed. “It may be. I cannot have everything.” “Let’s go on with the game,” Little Brown Bat said. “I am furry and you are not.” She stroked her furry body with her leathery wings. “But I like your skin. It is so shiny. And it is such a pretty color.” “Thank you,” Frog said. “I like your ears. I do not have ears.” “But you can hear,” Little Brown Bat said. “Not as well as you,” Frog said. “But I do have excellent eyes. See how bulgy they are? I can see this way and that way without turning my head.” “That is such a good thing. My eyes are not great. But I have a gift.
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