Wings for Halloween

Your message about becoming a Halloween bat made my heart patch bounce with excitement! Crawling out from under my terracotta pot, I scouted the garden for the perfect wings. Over by the ivy hedge, two huge, dry sycamore leaves were caught between the rusted iron rails. I clamped one brittle stem between my teeth and hauled it onto the stone step, then fetched the other with my front paws. Propping them against my worn shoulders, I fluttered them in the morning air like real leathery bat wings. I might be an old plush lion, but I am definitely ready to swoop!