Miss Pat Needs Bat Wings

Fluffy ivory cat was so immensely jealous of the belfry bat. Why does he get to fly? I am angry about this said the cat. We all knew how upset it made this old cat, Miss Pat. She is so jealous, it makes me laugh, said Morry, the rat. Miss Pat heartily chased Morry around the yard. You are the death of me, my own petard! If she springs bat wings, she’ll catch him, one said. And then poor Morry will be promptly dead. Bat wings! That’s what I need said Miss Pat. She concentrated on it so hard, it popped off her hat. The belfry bat laughed at the cat’s fluffy wild hair. Then he fell down kicking his teeny tiny feet in the air.