Chestnut woke up freshly from Uncle Fir's flank breathing him two and fro like his father's - whom he almost thought was him. He was grateful for the night after they had run away from the Path of Frith. After the ritual they had put him through, he wanted someone to keep him protected which of course was Uncle Fir, the giant but gentle Badger, right next to Bark back at the warren. Best of all, he had no bad dreams, just calm, serene hours of sleep which he had yearned for ever since he killed Carnation. How could anyone love him for that? But with Uncle Fir knowing somewhat about the field of Frith's Miracles, he can make the wish to make his evil mind a normal mind - maybe with that granted, things can go slowly back to normal with the hatred everyone might have had for him would start to melt away like thick snow. The thought of cold snow, however reminded him of another strange dream he had that night. He could only make out Periwinkle, Oaknut and the third was either Walnut or Giselle. They began to glow and disappeared, then he woke up. Since it was a blur he didn't think too much of that.

He got up, stretched and scratched his ear. Uncle Fir was snoring heartily and the other kittens were all snug against his fur.

"I pronounce thee, Larkspur doe to the fat little frog before you," murmured Walnut in his sleep.

Chestnut chuckled at this. He longed for such dreams - only if Walnut was there to protect him from a rabbit as frightening and scary as Great Aunt Larkspur. He still remembered the very night He was sleeping with Uncle Dandelion, her icy blue eyes focussed on him like a snake.

Chestnut aimed to go outside the burrow to let Frith shine over him when a paw held him down.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Uncle Fir drowsily as he yawned.

"To see the weather," explained Chestnut trying to get out of the badger's grasp. "I want to see if it's sunny."

"Wait until Uncle Fir is with you," said the badger. "You never know what's lurking out there after what nearly happened to you all last night."

"You mean they still be out there?" gasped Chestnut.

"I highly doubt that," Fir chuckled. "Just some little adolescents causing trouble. They'd never dare mess with a big old badger like me. That's just the trouble with children today; parents hardly discipline them any more and as a result, all they do is make trouble no matter where. Just stick with Uncle Fir and no harm will come, little one."

A groan came from nowhere.

"It was my stomach," blushed Chestnut.

"Well," said Uncle Fir yawning again, "I guess it's time to find breakfast."

Walnut was the next to wake in reaction to the final word.

"I'm so hungry I could east Elderberry himself," he said.

"Now, now, Walnut," said Uncle Fir, "two wrongs do not make a right."

"But he called me -"

"You can tell me while we're having breakfast, son," said Fir kindly as Chestnut woke the others.

The badger walked out to the entrance only for his fat body to trap him halfway. The kittens helped him budge by running up to him and throwing themselves into his rear until he popped out.

"I need to stop snacking on grubs every night before I sleep," Uncle Fir chuckled as he shook himself clean. "Thank you all."

He checked left, eight and centre through the meadow until he was sure it was safe for the kittens to emerge into the sunlight. They emerged into the sunlight but Chestnut turned to see that Oaknut was just inside the entrance of the burrow, crouched and looking tense.

"What's the matter Oaknu - err, Oakie?" asked Chestnut remembering the gimmick of nick naming the Wallie taught him.

"S-suppose they," said Oaknut "they are …. out there and … and -"

"Now, now, son," said Fir as he came forward and supported him out. "Uncle Fir will look after you. He made them run and make one scream away like a doe - oh, sorry Giselle."

"It's fine," said Giselle reluctantly, "but I don't scream so easily, just cower. But he's right to be scared though. I should know when they attempted to call me."

Uncle Fir looked on and ruffled his nose.

"Well, we'll just be careful."

He crouched down and said "You lot hop on me back. We'll grab some grub and make our way to the Field of Frith's Miracles."

they began the journey down a fresh, green meadow where rich cows were grazing as their calves suckled from their udders. Chestnut was in a mixture emotion; excitement for the wonderful place to grant his wishes but then there was that dream he could not make out. He wanted to tell Walnut what it was but he might get cross with him, for he had already told him again ad again he was worried he had killed Carnation on account of dreams.

They came to a clearing. On the other side was the next meadow divided by a stone road that never needed as far as they could see on each side.

Fir hummed in wonderment.

"What's this?" asked Chestnut.

"Unless I'm much mistaken," said Giselle, "this is a path where the hurrudados reside."

"I don't want to cross," Chestnut worried.

"Courage in danger is half the battle," Uncle Fir supported.

"You were courageous enough to help us get out of Rawfinn, Chessie," said Walnut as he patted his shoulder.

"And you stood up for me when the Path tried to hurt me," said Giselle.

"And you helped me escape from them so I can reunite with family back at Watership Down," said Periwinkle.

"And you showed me it's okay to wish," said Oaknut timidly as kissed Chestnut on the cheek.

"You are strong young buck, Chestnut," said Fir kindly "and I know this young buck who achieved all of this courage and trust old Uncle Fir to get across safely."

They waited a few minutes and finally Fir said "Here go, hold on tight."

They clung onto his coat and he walked as quickly as he could. He was halfway through when a hurrudadu was gaining on them.

"HURRY!" they creamed. "QUICKLY!"

Fir looked and understood the panic and made it very quickly. They landed on the greenery just as the hurrudadu was zooming past like pigeon.

The huge badger slumped to the ground panting in shock as were the kittens.

When they recovered, they clambered back onto uncle Fir's back and they walked through the meadow and found a bush of berries and the kittens tucked right in. Oaknut was eating with satisfaction while Walnut munched on them like mad.

"Now eat more slowly, Walnut," Uncle Fir criticised. "You can't have indigestion on a long journey."

They all ate to their heart's content, however Chestnut was lacking appetites for such a small, strong kitten which even Uncle Fir noticed. He broke off a branch of berries and placed them in front of Chestnut.

"You need your strength, son," said the badger kindly. "C'mon. Eat up."

"I don't feel like eating," objected Chestnut.

"Are you feeling well?" asked Uncle Fir. He sat on his behind, picked Chestnut up and placed him on his lap. "Tell Uncle Fir what's wrong. Don't hesitate."

Chestnut was struggling to find the right words/

"Because of a dream I had," he began. "I got somebody killed."

Uncle Fir's expression looked confused and shocked.

"How do you mean?" he asked.

"Would you send me away if it was my fault?"

"No, no, no," said the badger kindly but deeply intrigued, "I'm here to help anyone. Now tell me the whole story, Chestnut."

"AAAHH!"

The whole start was interrupted by Periwinkle shrieking is surprise and excitement.

"Look at these!" she cried. "It's three pieces of sun!"

Chestnut hopped off Fir's lap to investigate and the badger followed.

Among the bushes from where Giselle, Walnut, Periwinkle and Oaknut had backed away from, stood three, bright yellow stones, very right ones eyes could heard from gazing at it.

"Aren't "these the gold pebbles you spoke of Uncle Fir?" asked Walnut.

"It seems so," Fir pondered as he eyed them with curiosity.

Oaknut picked one up as did Periwinkle followed by Walnut.

As thought it was expected, the pebbles glowed and the yellow glow joined together like water into a puddle.

"Children!" panicked Fir. "Put them down! Put those pebbles down right now!"

Then a voice out of nowhere drowned his panics:

They shall soon arrive to where they were destined for this journey. Three more must find the white pebbles to join them where they intend to make their wishes come true.

And the glow closed in, the three young kittens nowhere to be seen.

"Walnut?" called Fir frantically. "Periwinkle! Oaknut! Where are you?"

"Wallie!" cried Chestnut now close to tears. "Please answer me please, please, please!"

"Now just one minute," said Giselle logically though in shock, "the voice said they were already at the Field of Firth's miracles and we need to find the white pebbles at night to join them."

It was a little difficult to let sink into their minds, especially Chestnut knowing what had come true form the blurry dream he had last night and the fact that Walnut, his brother figure, had disappeared.

"It was me!" wailed Chestnut close to tears. "I caused this!"

Uncle Fir came out from his shock as did Giselle and started at Chestnut in surprise.

"You still don't think you're causing all this do you?"

"I had a dream similar to it!" he panicked crouching down and covering his eyes with his ears.

"What's the matter, young bud?" asked Fir in a tone of concern.

Chestnut said he had a dream about the same thing with Oaknut, Periwinkle, and another kitten he could not distinguish and now understood it was Walnut.

"Dreams are nothing, my boy," said Fir sitting next to the young kitten as Giselle sat on the opposite side and nuzzling Chestnut.

"But what if it is?" worried Chestnut. "What if it was one of the questions nobody could answer? Like not knowing what death is like or what it's like to die or Frith punished you for making a mistake?"

"There now, little one," said Giselle as she nuzzled him. "The voice, wherever it was, said they are arriving where they are destined and we need to find the white stones to get to where they are."

Chestnut's expression lightened up, but somewhat reluctantly.

"See?" Giselle reasoned kindly. "Your dream may have been a good sign. Cheer up now, Chestnut. We're in this together."

"Indeed," replied the badger happily. "Come on then, let's get you both on Uncle Fir's back and contuse our journey."

Chestnut, Uncle Fir and Giselle all got up. Fir crouched down for the kittens to hop onto his back. They then sat down as they made the journey.

Chestnut snuggled up to Giselle to which she reacted by putting a paw over him.

"I love you, Giselle," smiled Chestnut. "You always know how to make horrible things better."

Giselle smiled down at the kitten who closed his eyes to sleep off these ordeals, thinking of the words coming from the angel within a rabbit.