Today is Sunday.

I am going to read another book in my list, Stellaluna.

There was a family of fruit bat living in the warm and sultry forest. They were Mather bat and her new baby bat, Stellaluna. Every day Mother bat flew out to get some food, Stellaluna clutching to her mother's breast. One night they were attacked by an owl and Stellaluna dropped down from her mother. She was unable to fly at that time, so she dropped to ground and luckily hung a twig with her tiny feet. But after a while, she got tired and dropped headfirst into a nest, frightening three baby birds in it. Stellaluna was frightened too, so she climbed out the nest and hung below it. The mother birds carried the bugs to her baby birds. Stellaluna didn't like the smell of a bug, but she couldn't stand for the hungry at last. She climbed back to the nest and opened her mouth. The mother bird put a bug in Stellaluna's mouth. From that time, Stellaluna lived as a bird, eating bugs and sleeping at night. The only thing she did as a bat was that she often hung herself below the nest with her feet.