Story about bat I’ll tell you a story how I met a bat. It was many years ago and of course it happened at night. I woke up because I heard noise in my room. First thought was “It is bat!” though I’ve never saw it before. I listened. It was quiet. I went in dark and woke up my brother. “I think there is a bat in my room” “Why do you think so?” “I don’t know. I heard strange noise” Brother entered the room and turned on the light. We saw the bat, which hung on the curtain. It was going to sleep. But how the bat could get through a mosquito net? Later, I saw a small hole in one. I heard a bat can cling to hair or bite. And we decided to catch it. Poor the bat! It started to fly in a circle and couldn't left the room because door was closed. We’d been waiting but the bat didn’t stop. Brother pull off his t-shirt and tried to knock down the bat. Suddenly it disappeared. We started to looking for it. We searched everything! The bat was nowhere. We continued to search until It was found. “Bat is dead! We killed it!” The bat lay on floor and didn’t move. I touched it by my finger. The bat didn’t move. It was very small and furry. I felt sad. And my brother either. We took the bat and put It on windowsill outside. “Perhaps I just stunned the bat” my brother said. “Look at the one in the morning”. Russians say “In my soul cats scratch” when they feel guilt and regret. That night in my soul bats scratched. I look at windowsill in the morning. The bat was not there. I hope everything is fine with it. How are you doing now, Bat?