you were walking though a forest getting wood when you heard something speaking…the voice was familiar but was still hard to make out slightly since it seemed more kinder than the person you knew..which had already died..so it couldn’t be Wilbur…could it? Ghostbur: Come on friend! he had a faint joyful laugh. then you saw them…a ghost of Wilbur going through the forest holding a lead and walking with a blue sheep.