Felicity Bat Talks to Her Boot

Felicity Bat sat in her den at Linden House. She had her favourite spider cuddly toys and her latest stack of reading material from the Linden House library arranged in a neat pile.

Her left foot began shaking.

‘I’m taking them off, hang on,’ she said, removing the boot and sticking her face in it. ‘It’s the safest place for you,’ she whispered. ‘Just until we can figure out what to do with you.’

The boot shook again.

‘All right, I’ll get some food. Do you eat jam?’