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i was sat in the park as quiet as can bewhen a little old man came and sat with mehe began to tell his story of  his life of woecalled up to the  army  and  how he had to gohe told me of his days on the battle groundsurrounded by the bombs and bullets all aroundhe said a son that he never sawhe was being born when he went to wari looked in to eyes that were tearful and sadthen i realized that soldier was my dad
there is little bat he lives in cavewhere it very dark i guess he must be brave.he flies around all night although he cannot see.flying a like a bird so wild and yet so freehe hangs upside down while he has restthen he gently flies back in to his nesthe uses his sonar so he can get aroundhe knows where he is going to an echo soundsuch a lovely creature and so very smalljust watch the bat is the loveliest thing of all.

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