In a moonlit valley where shadows danced, lived a black creature covered in playful polka dots. Perched proudly at its neck was a tiny bat, wings folded like a velvet bow tie. Every evening, the creature hosted midnight tea beneath an old willow, serving warm berry brew to owls, foxes, and fireflies. The bat-bow tie would squeak out jokes between sips, and laughter echoed through the dark like music.