Kay found that it was really quite easy after the first attempt. ‘Just try flying from the bed to the window-ledge,’ he said, ‘and then fly back once or twice.
‘I’d love to come,’ Kay said, ‘it is most frightfully kind of you to think of me.’ We live in an interesting old place wich you might like to see, and I’ve brought you a suit of wings, in case you care to come.’ ‘I’ve come from my friend Tom Otter we thought what fun it would be if we could persuade you to spend an evening with us.
Now here was a bat actually crawling along his bed to him. He had always longed to be a bat, so that he could fly in the twilight and hook himself up head downwards somewhere high up in a steeple when he was tired. He had always loved bats, because of their bright eyes, cocked ears, and nice leathery umbrellary wings and the little hooks to them. When his eyes grew accustomed to the light he saw that there was a bat in the room. When he woke, the room had something in it that was fluttering and battering against the ceiling and the walls. He had not slept for long before a shrill crying sounded in his ears.
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