It was a dark night in the forest, deep into the summer. The trees bore fruit, and the sun's endless siege on the land was temporarily halted in the cool relief of the moon. It felt nice to be outside.

Vernon thought so, at least. He could snack on stray insects while simultaneously enjoying the delicious fruits that were perfectly ripe at this point, doing it all naked and free because nobody else would see him. Summer was his favorite time of year.

He sat at the base of a tree, giant bat wings neatly folded behind him. He was gnawing on an apple core vigorously, savoring every bit of flesh of the fruit.