“Bats? Bats? You’re kidding! I’m not going in there!”
“Aww come on, where’s your curiosity, that sense of adventure you’re always bragging about?”
“Well, the only thing I know about bats is they get caught in your hair. I have lovely long hair, Stewart–thought you wanted to spend a pleasant day on the beach, not in a dark cave.”
Stewart, letting her voice trail off, entered the dark moisture of the cave. Suddenly he came running out, holding his bleeding head. Apparently he pulled a tuft of his hair out trying to remove a bat.
“Told you so!”