When we arrived back to town Mr. Jones and his haggard men headed straight for the old inn. They collapsed onto their respective beds still in their mangled clothes with leaves and twigs sticking out all around. I was exhausted as well after the tiring flight so I settled down in my perch by the window and shut my eyes. That night my dream was vivid, every image sharp and I could feel emotions running through it as it progressed. I dreamed that I had gone all the way to Sugarcandy Mountain. I had my own room with every single one of my favorite things; from a large window to peer out of to the little crackers back on the farm that made my mouth water. I flew outside, looked around, and stopped in my tracks. I saw everyone from back home, as long as faces that I hadn’t seen in years. My friends! Some of my very closest friends that I hadn’t seen in years were here. They had either been sold to other farms or had died of old age. It was incredibly refreshing to see all of them again, especially the old ravens that used to live on Manor Farm with me. As I continued on my way, everything seemed so wonderful; the animals were at ease with one another and there was an abundant amount of food, and the tone of the entire place was calming. As I continued onward the colors started to blend together into nothingness until I eventually woke with a sigh.