The bat yawned. "What's the weather like?" he asked.
The Queen answered, "Oh, it's very nice, and you promised to tell me the
flower that would make me fly."
"I shan't," the bat said. "You'd eat up all the flies--a great thing
like you."
The Queen's eyes filled with tears, it was so disappointing.
"Oh, I promise I won't eat _any_ flies," she said; "and I'll go right
away and leave you in peace."