Batty glided to the very edge of the Whispering Woods, where the trees stopped and the grassy meadow began. There, he saw something shocking: a giant, glowing orange triangle sitting right on the ground. "Great guano!" Batty gasped, hovering in mid-air.

He squinted through his goggles. Inside the orange triangle, a bright light was shining. Batty gasped again. "The humans have caught a baby star!" he whispered in horror. "They trapped it in a fabric cave!"

Batty knew what he had to do. He swooped down, landing with a soft *thump* on the slippery side of the tent. He slid down a bit like he was on a slide, but caught himself on a rope. "Hold on, little star," he squeaked heroically, "Batty is here!"

He crawled toward the entrance and found a strange metal device with silver teeth. It was the zipper, but to Batty, it looked like a lock. "A complicated puzzle," he muttered, sniffing the cold metal. "But no match for my claws."

Batty grabbed the metal tab with his feet and flapped his wings as hard as he could. *Hnnggg!* He pulled and pulled until—*ZZZZZIP!* The sound was incredibly loud in the quiet night, and the door opened just a crack.

He poked his head through the gap. There, sitting on the floor, was the 'star'—a battery-powered camping lantern. "Fly!" Batty whispered loudly to the lantern. "The sky is waiting! Go on, scoot!"

The lantern didn't move. Suddenly, a sleeping human shifted in their bag, letting out a loud snore. Batty panic-flipped backward and flew off into the night. "That star is very lazy," he decided as he flew home, "but at least I opened the door!"