The dark leafy tangle of branches caught Stellaluna as she fell. One twig was small enough for Stellaluna’s tiny feet. Wrapping her wings about her, she clutched the thin branch, trembling with cold and fear.
“Mother,” Stellaluna squeaked. “Where are you?”
By daybreak, the baby bat could hold on no longer. Down, down again she dropped.
*Flump!* Stellaluna landed headfirst in a soft downy nest, startling the three baby birds who lived there.
Stellaluna quickly clambered from the nest and hung out of sight below it. She listened to the babble of the three birds.
“What was *that?”* cried Flap.
“I don’t know, but it’s hanging by its feet,” chirped Flitter.
“Shhh! Here comes Mama,” hissed Pip.
Many, many times that day Mama Bird flew away, always returning with food for her babies.
Stellaluna was terribly hungry – but *not* for the crawly things Mama Bird brought.
Finally, though, the little bat could bear it no longer. She climbed into the nest, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.
*Plop!* In dropped a big green grasshopper!