Eventually, Bat reached a clearing.
He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food.
There was a house made from Lasagne, a house made from lollipops, a house made from muffins, a house made from pancakes, a house made from chocolates and a house made from doughnuts.
Bat could feel his tummy rumbling.
Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.
"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"
Nobody replied.
Bat looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney.
Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Bat a fright.
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FantasyAn adventure of bad ming ton in the forrest