Τhe Little Bat and the Pumpkin’s Light

At the end of October, when the sky puts on a purple coat, a little bat wakes up. It has wings like soft little blankets and a smile that shines in the dark.

“Today is Halloween!” it says, swooping in a circle up high. It looks down and sees children in costumes, pumpkin lanterns flickering, and a small boy holding his dad’s hand. “I’m a little scared of the dark…” the boy whispers.

The little bat glides over, quiet as can be. “Hello! Want to play the wing game?”
“How do you play?”
“Open your arms like wings and make circles around the pumpkin’s light. The slower we fly, the calmer our hearts feel!”

The children spread their arms, make circles, and laugh. The little bat gently flutters her wings: flutter-flutter!

“Listen to my little song,” it says:
“Shine, shine, pumpkin bright,
Night’s a friend, not a fright.
With warm hugs and friends nearby,
Everything feels easy—try!”

The little boy smiles. “I’m not scared anymore!”
The bat bows to the moonlit sky. “Halloween is for play, giggles, and kindness,” it whispers. And with one last flutter, it disappears into the soft orange glow of the pumpkin. 🎃🦇