Once upon a time, there was a little bat that lived in the jungle of Manuel Antonio.
His name was Murci.
Every night he flew around the jungle skies searching out delicious insects for dinner.
Each night he flew past a room where people were making funny positions with their bodies.
Murci was intrigued by what these humans were doing and always wanted to try.
He was shy, though, and so he never would enter the room.
Until one night, Murci got up the courage. He thought to himself, "what do I have to loose?"
So he flew right into the room.
Around and around he went.
Swooping between people as to get the best views of the poses.
One or two humans seemed a little surprised and nervous, but the teacher stayed calm
and that made Murci happy.
When the teacher stated very calmly and simply, "there's a bat," and continued on...
Murci felt welcome.
Murci observed the class and saw that what the humans were doing was learning how to fly.
Learning how to stretch their wings like he did.
He liked this very much and flew out into the night, content to have learned something about these humans.
*Note- "murciƩlago" means "bat" in Spanish :] I love that word.
What a neat story...!
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