>come on anon! she squeaks, lets go look again!
ok, let me get my shoes on.
>they might be ready today!
you and this tiny batpone have been going out to the garden every evening to check on the strawberries. as the two of you walk out the door to the backyard, she flies ahead of you puffing her chest out.
>them damn birds better not be eating all the ripe ones. 
she has seen the aftermath of a bird attack on "her" strawberries, 
>they make an awful mess and they don't even eat all of it! she says in anger.
i know, they cant get em all. you tell her. you stop to open the gate and she zips past you eager to find a succulent ripe berry. her wing gives you the slightest little batkiss on your ear.
>just one! that's all i want! she squeaks eagerly.
we will just have to look. you tell her. the wind off her wings as she hovers naturally parts the leaves on the plants. 
> i'm not seeing any! she squeaks loudly. 
>damn it! she screeches.
hey little lady! mouth! you pretend to be angry with her. she lands on a rock with her tiny little head hung low. 
> i'm sorry. i'm just mad. 
its ok you tell her. i'm starting to get a little pissed to damn it! she looks up with a little grin and you cant help but to smile back.