Life would be simpler if only we were all unicorns.
Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.
That’s an Elf. A Unicorn is a thousand times worse. An Elf you can reason with.
THE UNICORN: The saintly hermit, midway through his prayersstopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witnessthe unbelievable: for there before him stoodthe legendary creature, startling white, thathad approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.The legs, so...
Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.