Lair Of The Bat Monster (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition) (Dragonbreath (Hardcover))
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FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. When Suki the salamander--the new foreign exchange student--is being stalked by ninja frogs, Danny, Wendell the iguana, and Suki travel to Great-grandfather Dragonbreath's home in mythical Japan to find a solution for the problem.
something—was with him. The bat monster passed so closely by that Danny could have reached out and touched a wing—but it didn’t see him. The crashing grew fainter, and was swallowed by the jungle. The dragon heaved a sigh that seemed to come from the bottom of his toes. He was free. Lost, but free. He made his way back toward the river, and began walking. LAIR TREASURES Camazotz’s lair was not as interesting as Wendell had hoped. It was possible he’d been breathing dragon dandruff
monster now, the long folds of the wings, and the gleam of enormous eyes. “This is the find of the century!” said Danny. “I’ll never fit it all under my mattress. I might need a bigger bed . . .” Wendell said, somewhat louder, “Eeeep!” “What?” Danny gave him an annoyed look. “Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?” The monster lunged. It broke Wendell’s paralysis. He grabbed Danny’s shoulder and flung them both backward into the cave mouth. “Whaa—crud!!” The flashlight spun out
bats for the last few days. Is there something on with explosions or ghosts or haunted houses?” “I’m sure we can find something,” said Wendell. “We always do.” and watch out for the haunting fifth book in the Dragonbreath series: NO SUCH THING AS GHOSTS COMING SOON! A WORD ABOUT BATS. . . Bats are one of the coolest—and most useful!—animals on earth. A single bat can eat over a thousand mosquitoes an hour. (That’s a lot of bugs!) Many plants, including some of our favorite
glad we saw them!” That was the thing about Steve. Wendell had to admit that Danny’s cousin was . . . well . . . cool. He got excited about things, not like most adults. He was pointing out birds like a little kid with trading cards, and he was just as thrilled by the otter and the tapirs as Danny and Wendell were. Plus, he’d cut through the undergrowth back to the boat with a machete. And he’d let Danny try it. Wendell wasn’t entirely comfortable with Danny having large sharp objects, but
underfoot. Wendell tried to see what he was walking on, but the flashlight was bobbing around too much. “What’s on the ground?” Danny wanted to know. “The reason I had you wear boots,” said Steve, and shined the light across the floor. The floor was alive. It seethed with life. Wiggly crawly things squirmed and roiled, and big dark beetles crawled over them. Danny had seen a trash bag split open midsummer once, and there had been squirmy bits, but this was a squirmy bit the size of a parking