The Bear looks up into the sky, sighing soflty to Himself as He see's a shadow flying by, Mournful mumbling in the dead of night, as the little dragon moves on by. Slowly walking, to His cavern of cold, He remembers times of old.

"Fly little dragon, fly away. you are now free to do as you may. The way is unblocked, the cage is open, forgive the Bear from keeping it closed and making it seem like a prison. So fly away, spread your wings. Fly amoung the clouds, and the warm breeze. Fly to those open pastors and find what you may seek. Fly away little dragon, may you finally find peace."

Looking into moonless night, the Bear turns away, from the sight. Moving deeper into pitch-black cave, He lays His body down, and lets the dreams come as they may.