Donald ran and ran through the empty parking lot as he kept trying to run away from the eerie figure. "Go away!" he yelled. The figure kept running after him. Donald ran under

the gate as he tripped over his webbed feet and rolled down the steep hill. "Oof! Ow! Ouch!" he grunted as he reached the bottom. "Oooh….my head…" he groaned. But there

was no time to notice the blood on his hand, the figure was gaining up on him. Donald bolted toward the forest as his breathing turned heavy. He ran until a huge cliff was in his

way and there was no escape. He tried to climb it to get away until he heard the footsteps crunching the leaves beneath the figures feet. Donald turned as he saw the

mysterious figure emerge from the shadows. "WAK!" he screamed. It was none other than Panchito. "Panchito?!" he cried. The rooster didn't say a word. He took out his pistol

as he cocked it and aimed it at the duck's heart. There was fear in the mallard's eyes as he gazed upon his longtime friend in a cold sweat. "Why are you doing this Panch?"

Donald whimpered. Panchito put his finger on the trigger. "Adios Donald." He said as he pulled it.

"AAAHHH!" Donald screamed as he sat up to find himself in his bed. He breathed shakily and held his chest still lucky to be alive. Panchito, who was sleeping, woke up as he

saw the duck in his panicked state. "Donald are you ok?" he asked as he laid a hand on Donald's shoulder. Donald looked at him as he screamed. "No get away from me!" he

yelled as he fell off the bed. "Donald what are you…" Panchito started until he felt a pillow hit his face. "Don't touch me! Go away!" the duck cried as he hit the rooster with the

pillow again. "Hey, Ay caramba! Donald what is as you Americans say the big deal?" Panchito asked. "You tried to shoot me! Not even try to….you did!" he complained.

"Sho..shoot you? You think I shot you?! Mi patito I was asleep how could I shoot you?" the perplexed rooster asked. "I had a nightmare that you were chasing me and when you

cornered me, you shot me." Donald explained. Panchito chuckled a bit. "Donald, mi amigo, it was just a dream. It is not real." The small duck looked down as he dropped the

pillow. Panchito sighed as he got up and went to comfort him but Donald backed up. "Donald it is like I said, the dream wasn't real." Donald looked up as tears rolled down from

his crystal blue eyes. "Well it was real to me." He muttered as he walked out of the room.