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>>"Gabriel, you wouldn't have heard that if you had some kind of normal hearing. The acoustics downstairs are awful. In fact, sister Tracy is the only other person I can remember hearing something happen up here." He tries to shake you a bit in his exuberance. "Gabriel, if your hearing has improved this much in two days, who knows what it can do?" He pauses for a second. "Come to think of it, your ears have been getting larger."
>>"You don't know what a bat does, do you?" The father says.
>>"I don't know what a bat IS, father." You say.
>>"Well, son, bats are small winged mammals that can see around them through releasing a high pitched squeal. The sound bounces off of objects, and lets them find their surroundings. That's not to say they're blind, but they fly about in the dark most times." The Father chuckles. "Maybe if your hearing gets good enough, you can do the same!"
>>You recall that you can make a huge variety of noises thanks to your mutable body. Maybe you can make this sound?
>>You let out a high pitch squeak several times, with no result.
>>"Hmm, this is a bit more complicated then I thought." You say.
>>Father O'Malley rifles through a set of papers he has in the back. "That was a good impression, Gabriel. Do you think you could do that better if you had the chance to listen to the bats again?"
>>"Sure. Pretty much the only marketable skill we have is doing impressions." Hugh says.
>>"It was a common passtime." You confess.
>>"Well, there exists," The father says, pulling out a small piece of paper. "A place called a bat cave, where you could walk amongst the bats."
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