Henry the bat

Henry cast a sly glance around the room. This was before he remembered that, being a bat, he was in fact blind. He decided to ignore this minor hindrance. He was the main character in a story which would be mostly read by people. He was clearly going to be personified in their minds. So surely, reasoned Henry, he could borrow the eyesight of his human models?

Hoping that this sounded intelligent enough to convince the average reader, Henry cast a sly glance around the room.

This is what he saw:

      One small aquarium by the big double doors;
      Several institutional looking chairs;
      A desk with hundreds of official looking bits of paper behind it;
      Some tattered posters demonstrating the potentially horrific results of not brushing twice daily.

Henry knew all about these dangers. His orthodontist, Dr. Stone, had made sure of that. Dr. Stone was, incidentally, the reason that Henry was here. Much as he despised the man for ruining his smile and stealing his voice, he couldn’t just ignore what he knew. Dr. Stone was in mortal danger. And Henry was his only chance…