The Bat and the Weasels

Thump! The bat dropped out of the dark and hit the ground, and before he could flap a wing, a weasel had pinned him down. "Please do not eat me," squeaked the bat.

"I must," said the weasel. "I am the enemy of every bird alive."

The bat thought fast. "A bird? Me? Do you see any feathers on me? I am a mouse, sir!" The weasel sniffed his soft fur and looked at his small round ears, and then he opened his paws and let him go.

Not long after, the bat fell again. Thump! Down came another weasel, with teeth just as sharp as the first. "Please do not eat me," squeaked the bat.

"I must," said the weasel. "I am the enemy of every mouse alive."

The bat thought fast. "A mouse? Me? Have you ever met a mouse with wings like these? I am a bat, sir!" The weasel looked the wings over. He had no quarrel with bats, so he opened his paws, and for the second time, the bat flew away.