He had always been the same as a human.
A loving but jealous husband to his wife and a doting but jealous father to his daughter.
When they flew together, sometimes Loy would join them, but usual y they went in search of fun alone, eating mosquitoes, while flying around the river. Heng never bit anyone when his son or daughter were with him and he discouraged any talk on the subject when they were present at gatherings on his table by the river, which had become a central meeting place for many of the bats in the vil age, much to the chagrin of the riverside mosquito population.
They would play tag along the river or go up into the mountains and fol ow the wild goats’ paths to see what secrets the goats had. They could go into the deepest and
