I was doing my chores and I got asked by my mom if I wanted to go do a bat rescue. I said sure. We went to my old church and he was on the floor in between a set of doors. I looked at him for about a minute then I went to grab him. He opened his mouth and chattered at me. I just smiled, then I grabbed him. He was not very happy that I got him. My Mom had the cage I was putting him in. We closed it and talked to the person who told us about the bat.
We took him home and just let him rest for the rest of the afternoon. We then released him that night. He flew off and was happy to be free. The reason he was named Dusty was because he had dust on his thumbs when I got him.
That is the story about Dusty!
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