THE BAT BOY

In the garden of Sunny West, we’re everybody was happy living. The plants and the animals united in each work that plotted in all of them. One of the most industrious animals were the bats, who work all night, save food in their caves and sleep during daylight. But because of their routine, the other animals and plants were afraid of them and also because of their dark color that filled the sunny breeze in the garden. One sunny morning, while the birds are singing with the butterflies to get there heart and the pollens that fasten with seeds to spread the production of trees. One of the bats goes out on their caves to be friend with some animals in the garden and he finds out the most beautiful butterfly he ever seen, nestled at the top of Damortis tree. He swiftly flies at the nearest twig connected to the butterfly. Suddenly, one of the birds comes first to sing it’s ballad for the butterfly’s heart. The butterfly blushes and charmed by the sweet voice of the bird. The bat smells a competition and vies by singing too. The butterfly gets irritated by the high pitch whistle that the he blew. They laugh at his face loudly that the bat sheepishly bloats in. Then the sky frees a slush of thunder and then follows by drops of rain that turns the whole field in a muddy crust. The bird flies out of the branch to find a better place to be shelter. The butterfly hesitate of what she’s going to do, the pollen grains that she saved for almost a week and the cocoons of her brothers are nestled at  the same branch. She can’t leave the Damortis tree, she can’t fly   and she can’t die. All she can do is to cry and let the rain plunge into her paper wings but to her extent she never felt even a tiny drop of water. She lifts up her head and finds out that she’s covered by the wings of the bat.