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-tasted just like home. A smile spread across my beak at the thought. Good times. I discard the apple core and continue my way through the orchard. The grass is clean of any miss care and the trees hold their rich bounty. The birds sing of tranquility. Peaceful is the only word that can describe this place and I imagine that calling it home must be the one of the true wonders of the world. I sigh in contentment before continuing onwards.
Something sounds in my ear but I pay it no heed. I’m heading towards a small hill that is crowned by a single tree. My intention is to rest under the shade and watch the sky while listening to the bird's song. I bump into something but ignore it. I try to pick away the sound from my ear using my right claw. Another sound, louder this time.
I climb the hill and lay down to rest on the soft grass. A gentle breeze struck my feathers. The birds sing. The sun is setting over the apple fields. It is beautiful. I see how the trees grow from simple saplings to proud pillars of nature. Day and night swiftly pass my eyes. A pony sits next to me and speaks of his family. The moon gains a face and loses it again. I awake to a chessboard field, only to have it change back into lush trees. Such a serene scene that can’t do anything but calm the mind.
“I like this dream,” I whisper to the old stallion that sits besides me. “It makes me feel happy.”
I picked up an apple and took a bite. It tasted just like home. A smile spread across my beak at the thought. Good times. I discard the apple core and continue my way through the orchard. The grass is clean of any misscare and the trees hold their rich bounty. The birds sing of tranquility. Peaceful is the only word that can describe this place and I imagine that calling it home must be the one of the true wonders of the world. I sigh in contentment before continuing onwards.
Something sounds in my ear but I pay it no heed. I’m heading towards a small hill that is crowned by a single tree. My intention is to rest under the shade and watch the sky while listening to the bird's song. I bump into something but ignore it. I try to pick away the sound from my ear using my right claw. Another sound, louder this time.
I climb the hill and lay down to rest on the soft grass. A gentle breeze struck my feathers. The birds sing. The sun is setting over the apple fields. It is beautiful. I see how the trees grow from simple saplings to proud pillars of nature. Day and night swiftly pass my eyes. A pony stands next to me and I speak to him of his family. The moon gains a face and loses it again. I awake to a chessboard field, only to have it change back into lush trees. Such a serene scene that can’t do anything but calm the mind.
“I like this dream,” I whisper to the young stallion that stands besides me. “It makes me feel happy.”
As I go to pick up an apple I’m interrupted by a rude awakening.
“...That’s it, time to wake up mister!”
I turn my head just in time to see the hoof come flying straight for my face.