The unicorn stands at the top of the hill, horn delicately swirled but still sharp, cloven hooves pressing delicately into the moss, still half in the bushes.
The unicorn stood at the edge of the forest in the morning. She was amazed to see it and thought that she was still dreaming. The mist behind it sparkled in the sunlight and drops of dew lined it’s horn. It was blue and pink with a flowing main, just as she remembered from story books
The unicorn stands at the top of the hill, horn delicately swirled but still sharp, cloven hooves pressing delicately into the moss, still half in the bushes.
The unicorn stood at the edge of the forest in the morning. She was amazed to see it and thought that she was still dreaming. The mist behind it sparkled in the sunlight and drops of dew lined it’s horn. It was blue and pink with a flowing main, just as she remembered from story books