Was just dreaming a Silly Symphony like story called "The Swallows of Titmouse Hill," a charming tale involving swallows that swam underwater to hide from a cat, and eventually banded together and moved the church whose steeple they all lived in across a lake by putting little blades of grass in their beaks and using them to pull the church.
Details are fuzzy and getting fuzzier by the second.
My lungs seem cleaner but I'm still coughing. Hopefully I'm getting better. But I can't tell right now since I've only been up for about five minutes.