The next day I woke up in San Francisco. Then suddenly a petal fell off because a little of the magic had faded away. I wondered why my backpack was on me.  I opened it and it had a lot of fruit and acorns to feed Mrs. Panda Bear. We went to Golden Gate Park to enjoy our food. Then we lay down to look up at the clouds and the shapes they made. One of the clouds was in the shape of New York. I thought it was a signal of the the place to go to next. So... I held Mrs. Panda Bear's hand tight, closed my eyes and said, "I wish I could go to New York City."  When I opened my eyes I was in New York City's Central Park, lying on my back and looking up at the clouds.