I woke up startled. I was sweating like a waterfall. 

"What a dream." I muttered.

I looked around. Old Jara was snoring louder than an elephant. I stood up. I didn't feel like sleeping anymore. I looked out the window. It was a beautiful night, perhaps I would feel better with a walk. 

I crept out of the house and walked through the sleeping town. It was quieter at night, except for the snoozing of others. The wind blew softly like a lullaby. I looked around. I was not surprised when I saw Keka. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

Keka jumped. His mouth was full of rodents. 

"Let me guess. You've stealing from Mrs. Mays rodent farm again." I said. 

"Heh. I'm doing her a favor. I'm taste testing." Keka burped. 

"She's not going to be happy." I smirked. 

"She doesn't have to know." Keka said wiping his mouth. 

I walked away. Keka followed me. 

"Bad dream?" Keka asked. 

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"I can smell it off you. Besides you look as sweaty as a bull." Keka answered.

"It was just a silly old dream." I said. 

"It would have been a pretty bad dream if you're walking out here." Keka said. 

"Okay, fine. It was a bad dream." I sighed. 

"How bad?" Keka asked. 

"Bad enough." I muttered. 

I walked toward the river and threw pebbles into the stream. 

"It was about spiders." I muttered. 

"Spiders?! I hate spiders!" Keka said. 

"I made you cry." I sang. 

The pitchfork glowed and water droplets rose. They formed into a big bubble I moved it over to Keka. I dropped the bubble on his head. 

"Ow! Why would you do that?" Keka asked. 

"You should thank me. I've giving you a bath." I laughed. 

"Heh. Same here." Keka said splashing me with water. 

We both laughed all night.