Maggie began to feel cold and climbed into the bed. She lay there and thought of all she had seen.
She looked over at the carpet.
The little symbols looked quite dull and tatty in the half light of the early morning.
As Maggie lay wondering if the little carpet would ever fly her to the moon again, a little white feather floated down onto the bed and lightly touched her hand. Maggie drifted off to sleep.