It was a cold autumn night. I lay on the wet grass gazing at the stars, feeling the rustling leaves falling gently round me. I got up and opened the creaky barn door. I climbed up to the loft and sat on the crisp hay, I started to talk to Coconut the horse. Then Pickle the pig came in carefully clutching a pair of wings in his mouth. I put the white glowing wings on me. The material felt like cooling silk touching my skin. Then the old barn roof lifted. I started to fly. I was going faster than the wind could take me. I just spread my arms and closed my eyes.
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