A little delayed on writing the last part of the Thieves Guild review. To tide you over I thought to reshare the story of the Bat in the Attic.
My house was unusual in that our garage had a full attic. By high school
it was used for little more than storage by my family. For me it was
great as I could have a table with any game that needed to stay up for a
long time. We played many long hours of Dungeons & Dragons.
was a warm summer's night on Meadow Street and there was three of us
playing D&D; D, H, and myself. We did not notice that another
creature had entered the attic.
Suddenly the light from the
overhanging bulb flickered as something flew past. Startled we jumped
away from the table, "What was that?" H said. "It is a bat!" D said.
The bat began to fly crazily around the light. As we frantically
waved our hands and rulebooks to wave it off. "How are going to get rid
of it!" I shouted.
As bat made another turn D reached down and
picked up an old book. One of my Dad’s old thick business directories
(they were hardcover back then). We stopped and looked at him in shock
when he stepped into the path of the creature. Calmly D eyed the bat and
readied the book in his hand. At the last possible moment he let the
The book sailed through the air and hit the bat
straight on. The poor creature was knocked straight back when it hit the
wall with its wings outstretched. Slowly it slid to the floor
The three of us rushed up to where the bat laid on the floor.
"I got it!" said D
H, looking at the bat, "You got it all-right, I think it is dead."
I knelt down and poked it with a ruler. The bat reacted with a gasp. "No it is alive!".
D looked at the bat, "Well we can't leave it here and I am not going to go near it."
Looking at us two, H said "Well I not touching it."
went to the attic door "We don't need to touch it! I got an idea." I
rushed down the stairs to the garage itself where hanging on the walls
were the snow shovels. I thought their large flat blades will be perfect
for the job.
Coming back up the stairs I showed them the shovel.
"We will use this." My two friends backed away while I used the shovel
to carefully scoop up the bat. All three of us went down the stairs to
the garage and then outside into the driveway.
In the driveway H
looked at the gasping bat "Now what?". D shrugged "It has trouble
breathing I don't know blow on it?" We looked at each other and began
blowing on the bat. The gasping stopped and the bat began to try to move
“It looks better." I said "I am going to toss it and
help it get flying." The other two backed off, while I started lifting
the shovel up and down. "1.. 2.. 3.." and then tossed the bat into the
air. Almost immediately the bat began flying, first to the left, then to
the right, down a little, and then forward right into one of the doors
of the garage!
As the bat fell to the ground, H quipped "Well that was good."
We advanced on the bat and saw it was still alive. D looked around "Maybe if it had more room?".
try it out in the street" I answered. Scooping up the bat in the snow
shovel, I walked out into the street. "1.. 2.. 3.." and again I tossed
the bat into the air. The bat went left, and then went right, down a
little, and then forward and flew away up into the night.
cheered and when we could no longer see the bat went back into garage,
up into the attic and once again entered our world of goblins, dragons,
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