Sunday, May 07, 2006
I saw a unicorn in the woods outside my house today.
It had pearly-white fur and a horn that could have been opal, and eyes that glowed slightly with warmth and wisdom. It was very pretty.
I told my friend about it and he said that I probably saw a deer or something and that I was pulling his leg.
I left an apple on my porch that night in case the unicorn was hungry.
My mother came by the next morning, knocking on my door with an apple core in her hand and questions in her head about why I leave garbage on my lawn. I explained that I left an apple for the unicorn and she stared at me with her "why are we paying for your college" face. I put a carrot on my porch as soon as she left, and kept some sugar cubes in my pocket.
Then I waited.
I wasn't sure why I wanted to see the unicorn again. I didn't know what I would do if it came by. Riding it seemed wrong. A pat on the nose would probably be all right, but what if it got startled? The horn would be right near my eye. I resolved to cross all bridges when I came to them.
I ended up waiting for close on six hours, the day melting away into night before it came. It materialized out of the forest like a ghost, white and glowing.
I held out a handful of sugar cubes with bated breath.
It stretched its neck out and started to nibble. Its breath was hot against my arm.
I reached out and patted it on the neck. It didn't seem startled at all. The horn came nowhere near my eye.
Bolder, I walked to its side. It turned to look at me inquisitively, its horn shining in the moon.
I pulled myself up onto its back.
Me and the unicorn flew off into the night sky. ΒΆ 4:45 PM
It had pearly-white fur and a horn that could have been opal, and eyes that glowed slightly with warmth and wisdom. It was very pretty.
I told my friend about it and he said that I probably saw a deer or something and that I was pulling his leg.
I left an apple on my porch that night in case the unicorn was hungry.
My mother came by the next morning, knocking on my door with an apple core in her hand and questions in her head about why I leave garbage on my lawn. I explained that I left an apple for the unicorn and she stared at me with her "why are we paying for your college" face. I put a carrot on my porch as soon as she left, and kept some sugar cubes in my pocket.
Then I waited.
I wasn't sure why I wanted to see the unicorn again. I didn't know what I would do if it came by. Riding it seemed wrong. A pat on the nose would probably be all right, but what if it got startled? The horn would be right near my eye. I resolved to cross all bridges when I came to them.
I ended up waiting for close on six hours, the day melting away into night before it came. It materialized out of the forest like a ghost, white and glowing.
I held out a handful of sugar cubes with bated breath.
It stretched its neck out and started to nibble. Its breath was hot against my arm.
I reached out and patted it on the neck. It didn't seem startled at all. The horn came nowhere near my eye.
Bolder, I walked to its side. It turned to look at me inquisitively, its horn shining in the moon.
I pulled myself up onto its back.
Me and the unicorn flew off into the night sky. ΒΆ 4:45 PM
