The Old Mill (3)

The Old Mill (3)

One by one the bats hanging from the rafters blinked their eyes open., unfolded their leathery wings, and yawned.

With a whispery flapping of wings they streamed out of the mill and flew off into the twilight.

As the last rays of daylight faded from the sky, the pond grew dark, and the water lilies floating on it folded their petals tightly closed.
The moon shone brightly in a black sky.

First one frog, then another, climbed out of the water onto a lily pad and began a chorus of croaking.

The crickets in the field chirped right along.
The fireflies in the reeds around pond blinked on and off.
One flew too close to a hungry frog and WHOOSH ! the frog snapped him up, and then the little lights continued to blink in his stomach.

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