The sounds had come from the orchard. Peter was there, as well as Jenny, so I knew the sounds should be high. I should hear their shrieks of laughter but I couldn't and they weren't. The sounds I heard were sad. They were sad and gloomy because the orchard was on fire. The flames were not orange tongues but they were black and you couldn't decipher them from anything else. The theme is the harmful effects of insanity and people drowning in puddles.
by Christina and Rachel