Silverweed sat in his nest at Efrafa. All that surround him was darkness, cold hearts, killers and threats. He had been spending his miserable life at Cowslip's warren, a very creepy rabbit him. Then being souls to General Woundwort. His life couldn't get worse. Even being told to find Watership Down through Fiver's eyes, he refused to. He often dreamed of being free, the things he would do to celebrate. Running through the fields of green, the butterflies guiding his path, the ladybird resting on his paw as he watched it rest. Next, he dreamed he was in the fields with the cool summer breeze blowing into his beautiful fur. He looked at the sun. It seemed a lot brighter than usual. It was Frith. Looking down the silver buck, he said,

You are the one made to love the world than any other creature, Silverweed. I never knew I made a living creature like you to be full of life who would hop and fly over the cloud and rainbows. I never planned you to be in such a problem with that Cowslip, or that sorrowful General you know work for. He may seem evil, but there is reason as how he lost his family to a tragic accident to the weasel. I know that you would be able to tell him that sorrow shouldn't be the one to control your heart with poison coasting it, for it shall cost you your own life. It is I who gave you gist of seeing minds as I did with young Fiver's gist of seeing vision. I have organized a chance for you to leave and be free forever. It isn't today but it shall come either today or tomorrow. But it will come. You shall soon see a whole new there where is no hate or blood from anymore. You will be home. For now, be brave be a lion inside a rabbit. You shall escape as soon as possible. Don't let these haunters of your sweet dreams dominate you.

Silverweed opened his eyes and looked to the full moon.

"Please let that time be soon, O'Frith," said he. "For I wish to learn to fly with the bird waiting for me to be introduced to and to be running with the deers of the deep forests."