One night, I dreamed that I had grown a pair of wings, and my body became smaller, so I flashed my wings. Suddenly, my feet left the ground, and then, higher and higher, they flew to the sky.
When I got to the sky, I met a good friend. One day, I was playing with him. Suddenly, we heard several gunshots. When we heard the gunshots, we hurried to fly there. We saw a hunter holding a wounded bird in his hand. A friend went to save it. Unexpectedly, he caught himself. I went to the hunter recklessly, flew to him, pecked at his head, and the hunter left my friend and my friend The wounded bird picked up his shotgun and ran away desperately. My friend and I sent the bird home, bandaged it, and we went to play again.
After a few days, the hunter came again. He must have come to revenge. I flew to the hunter again to get ready to peck him. Unexpectedly, he was on guard. Before I could fly to him, he shot me. Then I didn't know anything.
Suddenly, I woke up, it was a dream!