the bat

On my yearly walk through Rome, I ran into the bat. The bat was preparing to have dinner with his friends, the goat and the coq.

“Where’s your dog?”, said the bat.
“The dog is at home”, I said, “in The Netherlands”
“The Netherlands …”, said the bat, “We have good food over here!”
“I know”, I said, “send my regards to the goat and the coq”

The bat flew into the night. He looked over his shoulder once before disappearing behind a church.

“The Netherlands …”, the bat contemplated, “We have good food over here.”