Hey guys, sorry that I haven't updated my story for some time. It's just been a crazy past couple of weeks. I hope you all enjoy chapter 5 of Sweet Dreams. Oh, and have a happy and blessed Easter!

The tractor holding the barnyard animals came to a screeching halt as it pulled up towards the red barn. All of the animals just sat there on the tractor and sighed. After some time, the animals, one by one, started to hop off of the tractor. Everyone, with the exception of Otis that is, walked into the barn and made their ways towards their respective stalls. Abby, as she made her way towards the doors, looked at where Otis was heading to. He was heading for Ben's Hill, the spot were Otis's father Ben was buried after an attack by a bunch of coyotes a few years back. He seemed to be going there to go and blow off some steam that was, supposedly, building up inside of him. She didn't blame him. After that little rant from Freddy, it wouldn't be very surprising if he decided to do that. Abby, Pig, Peck, and Pip made there way towards their respective stalls, and just stayed there without much of a word to be said. It didn't take long for Otis to come back to the barn and join everyone else in their game of despair. Hours passed, and there was little to be heard, with the exception of Peck weeping in his stall that is. Abby, surprising enough, wasn't all that bothered at what had happened. I mean, sure she wasn't very happy with what Freddy said to her, or to the others, but she knew that there had to be a reason why Freddy would snap like that.

"Why would Freddy yell at us like that?" Abby whispered to herself

Despite the question, she knew what the answer was. Freddy had made it very clear why he decided to try and off himself like that. She didn't blame him. Hell, if she had to deal with that kind of crap, she wouldn't think twice about doing what Freddy had passed, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get herself asleep. She tried everything that she could; Reading a book, Drinking hot milk, and even jogging in her stall. However, all was fruitless. She just gave up, and sat down on her bedside. She looked over at her alarm clock that was beside her bed and read the time. 1:20 a.m, it read. Taking in a deep sigh, Abby got up and started pacing around her room. She soon got sick of doing that, and just decided to go out on the tractor for a quick drive around the town to clear her head. She got into her disguise , opened up her stall door, walked carefully outside (trying not to wake up her friends), got on the tractor that was still parked outside the barnyard doors, turned the key, and started driving. The drive itself wasn't really as satisfying as she had thought it would've been, but she kept on going. As she drove slowly down the dirt road that lead towards the town, she thought about were Freddy would be at at this time. Thoughts of the worst kind of thing started to pour into her mind at a fast rate. Images of Freddy beaten and bloody by street gangs, raped and exposed by perverted men, and dead in an ally way all started to make Abby start to worry more and more. Soon, after the final image, she started going from the sensitive cow that she was, to the mean, bulky, tom-boyish kind of person that she usually went into if she was pissed off enough. Her breathing became more and more lower pitched, as her eyes dilating. She looked up at the large dirt road ahead of her and said in her manly-like voice.

"Don't worry Freddy. I'm coming to get you!"

She then shifted the tractor into full gear, and rammed the gas with her hoof with such force that the peddle itself was buried into the metal of the tractor. The speed of the tractor was so fast that it literally took less than 2.5 seconds to get where she wanted to get at. The Local Biker Diner and Pub. She knew for a fact that was were Freddy was at. Heck, he even said that he was going to go and "clear his head". If that wasn't code for going to the bar, then she was an idiot. Plus, she had an alcoholic uncle, as known as her crazy uncle, that suffered from Bipolar disorder. He would normally go from his crazy self, to a depressed, self-loathing cow that would go to pubs and get himself drunk.

Abby walked towards the biker bar with a force that could've caused an earthquake if could. As she made her way towards the door, she styled up her hair, pulled up her clothing to look nice, gave a cheerful smile, and then kicked the door down with such force that the door unhinged and fell to the floor, in pieces, with a thud. As she looked up, she saw all of the bar patrons, mostly members of biker gangs, all gathered at one table or another. All taking shots of alcohol, or munching on nachos and other beer food. Nobody even seemed to notice the fact that the door was gone. They just resumed with their usual bull crap. Abby walked into the bar, smashing the remaining pieces of the door into small splinters of wood. She started making her way over towards the bar, when she was stopped by one of the biker men. The man was covered from head to foot in black leather covered in skulls and small metal spikes. He had a large goatee mustache, long brown hair with a ponytail, a biker helmet on sitting on his head, gloves on his hands, and knife around his beefy neck.

"Well hello pretty lady." The large biker man said seductively

Abby gagged, the biker's breath smelled like cheap whisky.

"Sir, have you seen my friend? He's about yay high, orange, and.." Abby was cut off with the biker letting out a large belch.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." The biker replied as he licked his lips.

Abby looked at the biker with disgust, she already had enough crap to deal with, now she had to deal with this son of a bitch too?

"Look, I just want to know where my friend is, could you just give me an answer already?" Abby said aggravated " I had enough crap to deal with today!"

The biker just laughed even more.

" Oh, I'd be honored to give you some info pretty lady. But how about a big kiss first." The biker said puckering his lips.

"Listen to me buddy!" Abby said pissed off " Lay off me, or else!"

"Or what? What are you going to do..."

WHAM!

Abby gave the perverted biker a big punch in the face that, quite literally, sent the man flying out of the bar and all the way to the moon. A loud "AHHHHHH!" could be heard as he was launched into the air. All of the bikers, including the bartender, looked up at the massive hole in the roof that was were the biker guy crashed, then they looked at Abby. Abby then screamed

"NOW LISTEN HERE, ALL OF YOU!" She said snorting

"I HAVE HAD ONE HELL OF A DAY TODAY, AND I DON'T WANT ANYMORE BULL CRAP FROM ANYONE ANYMORE! GOT THAT!"

All the people there in the bar quickly went back to doing what they were doing. None of them even dared to look up at Abby from then on there. Abby calmed herself down, and slowly approached the bar. The bartender looked at her, and cowered.

"Please don't hurt me!" The bartender said freaking out

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to know were my friend is." Abby replied reassuringly

"What does he look like?" The bartender asked

"He's about 3'5", has orange skin, wears jeans and t-shirt, long hair." Abby began

"Oh, that guy!" The bartender said pointing a finger in the air.

"Well, he just left."

"WHAT!" Abby yelled

"Don't kill me please!" The bartender said as he got on his knees and begged.

"Sorry...Well, thanks anyway." Abby said

"N..No problem."

Abby then walked out of the bar, and made her way towards the parking lot. In a fit of anger, she kicked a trashcan out of it's usual spot that it was in. Now, were was she going to find Freddy? Just as she was about to get back on the tractor, she heard a loud bang coming from the alleyway next to the bar. The noise itself caused Abby to jump with fright, however she quickly got over it and made her way over towards the alleyway. No sooner as she had walked into the alley, that she found Freddy. Abby quickly went up to him to check and see if he was still breathing, and thankfully he still way. She let out a sigh of relief, and slowly picked up the unconscious ferret into her arms. Thankfully, he didn't look hurt. With the exception of a few scrapes and bruises, he looked fine. Abby carefully carried him back to the tractor and drove him home.