The Fledermaus, [Bat for you].
One of my animorphic yarns.
G’day, I’m Bertie the Bat. It’s a good life; wake up at 5 in the Arvo, say hello to all my Baty friends, and as the sun goes down, we head out to the Orchards and Vineyards to have breakfast and do whatever Bats do.
Our main job is to pollinate plants, which helps to make more flowers and fruit, but we also poop all over the pace and spread the good news that way, as many seeds get broken down in our Gut, and then whooshka, I got a beauty the other day. A white bed sheet, best target there is, copped it square in the center, all on the fly. Best hit ever.
Bats are a maligned race, though. All through the years, nay, Millenia, people have been warned. Don’t go there, there’s Bats in them Trees, don’t touch the animals, you get rabies and all sort of other things. Bulldust, dogs give you rabies, not us. We don’t get rabies, or any other sickness, because we live the good life, eat fruit and insects, hang around trees all day and then go to sleep. And now they are trying to pin this Corona thing on us, what next.
I must admit though, all those tall stories about Drakula and Blood suckers is not bad, as it makes people afraid of us and therefore we get left alone. We don’t invade other countries, we don’t start wars, we just quarrel amongst ourselves and leave everyone else alone. “The Bard of Singleton”