Barder and the Flying Turban

Barder flew across the night sky.  Tonyo upon his back. They flew and flew over the mountains mountains and valleys.  Barder scared to look down and Tonyo in awe of what he saw.  A sudden gust of wind came of of the silence and slapped they across their tails and they plummeted.  Down they went, sinking until ' paws brushed across the ground.  As they floated along the ground they slowed and stopped along the outskirts of a town.  Tonyo stepped off and breathed in a huge sigh of relief.  Standing on the edge of this small town, his eyes glistened, he could hardly tear his eyes away from the village.  He was home.  How good it felt to be home.  Without looking away he removed the orange turban from his head and placed it upon Barder's, whispering thanks. Tonyo walked towards the village, kicking up tiny clouds of sand as he got closer and closer.  Barder watched wondering what would be in store for him next.