The park is calm at dusk. The gentleman seems almost relaxed. Until - squelch. Up to his ratskin-shod ankle in bat guano. His face crumples in disgust, and he runs off to find a fountain - without a backward glance for you.
The park is calm at dusk. The moonish light glows soft [...] You share a bag of beetles, tossing them in the air and watching the bats snap them out of the sky. He finds a particularly beautiful beetle [...] and presents it to you as a memento.
