As he flitted from house to house, he caught snippets of private conversations, which he could understand perfectly well, however, what bits of gossip he might have found interesting as a human meant nothing
to him as a bat. He didn’t care whose wife was having an affair or whose daughter was easy. He didn’t care who had stolen what or what people thought of their neighbours or government. In general, human affairs seemed petty to him.
He cared only for pleasure, the pleasure of flight and the pleasure of food. He wasn’t sure about s*x yet. He had seen a few other bats flying about, but he had kept his distance, since he wasn’t sure whether he could speak bat or not and he stil couldn’t tell the difference between males and females and didn’t
