Chilly Billie

It's a frosty winter night under a sky full of stars, and Billie the Bat is wrapped in a cozy red scarf and his trusted hat. Gathered around the campfire with the rest of the woodland crew, Billie is ready to brave the chill like the winged champion of Winter that he is. Billie the Bat's Campfire Story: (as told by Billie) Listen up, folks. It was one of those nights. The kind where the forest goes dead quiet, like it's holding its breath. The stars were out in full force, throwing just enough light to cut through the shadows, and the air? Cold enough to sting, but it keeps you sharp. I was perched high up in the old spruce near the ridge, scanning the forest below. You could smell the frost settling in, mingling with the faintest trace of woodsmoke from the cabins down by the lake. The trees stood like sentinels, their branches heavy with snow, and the wind whispered secrets I wasn’t meant to hear. That’s when I saw it—movement near the edge of the clearing. At first, just a rustle. T