By Rami Abdo
Once upon a
time, in a land very far away and very different from the one we know, there
lived a herd of unicorns. They were all majestic creatures, with shiny white
hides and beautiful long horns, and they were extremely happy to be unicorns. They
spent their days being worshipped by a friendly tribe of humans who took great care
of them. Every morning the humans would arrive with tasty titbits for the
unicorns to nibble on, such as honey glazed apples and cherry topped muffin
cakes. Then while the unicorns were busy eating these gifts, the humans would
wash their fur with soapy flower-scented water and polish their horns with
rumberry tree wax that left them shining in the sun. Thus the unicorns led
wonderful lives and they were content to their hearts. They were the envy of
all the other villages and all the other horses that lived in the
neighbourhood.
However there
was one little truth that seemed to escape from the unicorns...and that was
that they were not really unicorns at all. They were actually just plain old horses.
That is not to say that horses are not majestic creatures themselves, but they
are certainly not acting like something they are not! The unicorns didn’t know
about their true nature at all. Their fur was dyed white and their horns were carved
out of wood. Every morning the humans would bring in the oils of the ashrose
flower and rub it in to their fur, making sure the real colour underneath would
never show. Then they would add glue made from the sap of the rumberry tree to
the horns to make sure they stayed in place. The unicorns were none the wiser
to this little charade and believed they were in fact real life unicorns.
Now why, you
would ask, would these humans do such a thing? Well to answer that we would
have to go back in time a little, back when the tribe wasn’t even a tribe yet,
but just a large family of nomads travelling across the lands. The father of
the tribe was a fair and just man going by the name of Gallius. Gallius took
good care of his family and worked only to provide the best for them. They
wanted nothing more than to settle down in one place and make a home. One day during
their travels they came upon fertile meadows filled with free roaming horses.
It was a beautiful land and an easy choice to make it their new home. They
tilled the soil and rounded up some of the horses and other beasts and began to
tame them into farm animals. The harvest was generous and plentiful, and so
over time more and more farms popped up and the family continued to grow. Soon
enough they were too many to call a family, so they became a tribe instead. After
many years Gallius grew old and passed away, leaving the rule of the tribe to
fall to his twin sons, Galliam and Mallius. Their father’s final wish was for
them to rule together as one, but that meant that they would have to share in
everything that the tribe owned. They did not have the same level headed
thinking as their father did however. They were very greedy and conceited men,
seeking only to fill their coffers with gold and to earn the praise and
admiration of others. Their self-indulgence and short sightedness caused them
to argue and fight with one another, until they finally agreed on one thing.
They would split the tribe and all its lands and farms and wealth in two.
Galliam would rule one half and Mallius would rule the other. Bit by bit the
rivalry of the brothers spread to their divided people and they also began to
bicker over land ownership and other such petty quibbles. Fences were erected
and borders declared. Constant feuds cropped up and soon they all began to despise
each other as if they had always been bitter enemies from the beginning of time.
The brothers
Galliam and Mallius, despite having more than most men could ever make in their
lifetime, still sought for more and more riches. It was Galliam who first had
the idea to breed and sell their horses to neighbouring towns and travelling
merchants. A well looked after and strong horse fetched a good sum of gold, so
it wasn’t very long before Mallius wanted to also dip his fingers into this new
venture. It was not enough for him to sell horses like his brother; he wanted
to sell them for more. He wracked his brain day and night to find an answer to
how to make his horses more attractive than Galliam’s, until one day it came to
him in a dream. He would pretend they were unicorns! He instructed his tribe to
carve horns out of wood and paint them white, along with the fur of every horse
they owned. The people thought him mad, there was no way anyone would believe
that they were real unicorns, but he was their leader and they were forced to
obey his command. Word of mouth travelled far and fast, and soon enough
merchants and nobles from all over began to flock to the village to see this
new marvel with their own eyes. Some truly believed that they were in fact the
mythical creatures, while others were wise to the charade but still enjoyed the
novelty of it all. Mallius instructed the handlers to charge double what they
were normally worth as horses, and to even go so far as charge a fee for anyone
who wanted to see the unicorns. Much to their surprise people still bought
them, and the coffers of Mallius, to his utter delight, began to fill up very
quickly indeed. From then on he made sure that the best of his horses from the
moment they were born would be made to think they were unicorns, until so much
time passed that both the horses and the unicorns forgot about their true
origins.
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Now that we
have answered that question, we can return to our little herd of joyful
unicorns, who thought very highly of themselves. Indeed they had good reason
to, for they were better than the other horses. They were unicorns after all. They played their games in the meadows
only with each other and refused to allow any horses to join in. One game they
enjoyed playing the most was jumping as high as they could to try and snatch
the apples from the trees with their teeth. There was one particular foal, a
young female called Daisy, who was the jolliest and most spirited of the
younglings. She had the springiest leap in her step and the strongest teeth, so
she knew she was the best at catching apples.
One fine day,
after their morning scrub and wax, the foals all gathered at the large apple tree
at the northern edge of the meadow, the one next to the small stream running
along the wooden fence. There was one more apple left, for they had picked it almost
clean that season. This apple though, was sitting at the highest branch of the
tree, and it was the largest and juiciest any of them had ever seen. They would
drool at the mouth and stare at it dreamily whenever they passed underneath,
and from all of them it was Daisy who longed for it the most, as she was always
the one who was closest to reaching it. She had resolved to win that apple that
day no matter what. First the youngest of the foals tried their luck, but they
weren’t even close. Then the older ones pushed them aside and jumped as high as
they could, but they also failed. Then it was Daisy’s turn. With a huff she
summoned all her strength and leapt a great height. She was close...very close.
She tried again and again, but each time it was just out of her reach. One time
the apple even brushed against the tip of her muzzle and she inhaled the sweet
aroma of its red skin and juicy flesh, which made her want it more. The others
shook their heads and said it was an impossible feat. Daisy could not give up
however. She made her way to the other side of the field so he could have room
to gain speed. She ran as fast as her strong legs could take her and summoned
every ounce of strength she had inside. She leapt with such vigour that she
felt like she was flying high, higher than ever before. She saw the apple
within her reach and bit down on it as hard as she could. She yanked it right
off the tree and landed gracefully on her feet. She was beaming with joy. She
had done it! The apple was hers! The others however were just staring at her
with a look of shock on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.
“You’re not a
unicorn!” a young foal by the name of Hans finally said after the strange
silence. “You’re just a horse!”
Daisy dropped
the large apple onto the ground so she could speak. “Of course I’m a unicorn Hans.
Why would you say such a horrid thing?”
“You’re a
liar!” he snorted at her. “You’ve been lying this whole time. You’re just a
plain old horse.” The others nodded in agreement and shook their heads with
shame for having been tricked this whole time.” They turned their backs to her
and walked away. Daisy was left alone and she grew sad. She didn’t know why
they would say such mean things to her. She sat beside the tree, the apple
completely forgotten, and began to drink from the stream, for she was very
thirsty after that amazing leap. It was then that she saw her reflection in the
water and realised what had happened. Her horn was missing! No wonder the other
unicorns thought she was a horse. She laughed at herself for her stupidity and
began to search frantically for it. She looked everywhere for her horn. Day
turned to night and it was still nowhere to be seen. It had simply vanished!
Finally Daisy gave up and sat under the apple tree and began to weep. How could
she return to her herd without her horn? They would think very lowly of her
without it. They would accuse her of pretending to be a horse the whole time
she was with them. She knew she couldn’t return without it.
“Why are you
crying?” a voice in the night spoke out and startled her. It came from the
other side of the fence. A young brown horse was standing there, not much older
than Daisy. She had seen him before. He would always sit and watch them while
they played. They usually ignored him, except when they sneered at him or
chased him away for disturbing them.
Daisy sniffled.
She was in no mood to tease him like she usually did. “I lost my horn,” she
whinnied sadly.
“Oh,” the brown
horse said. “That’s a shame.”
She nodded in
agreement. “Without my horn the others will think I’m just a horse.”
“Hmm,” the
horse scratched his chin with his hoof, a sign that he was thinking hard.
“Well, why don’t you just get another horn then?” he finally suggested.
Daisy’s ears
pricked up excitedly. “What do you mean?”
“If you lost
your horn, then just get another one,” he repeated himself.
A faint glimmer
of hope sparked in Daisy. “That’s a
wonderful idea!” she clapped her hooves together in enthusiasm. “But
wait...it’s pointless, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for one.”
Her ears drooped again. “I can’t even take care of my own horn, as you see,
much less find another.”
“I know where
to find a horn!” the brown horse almost yelled out from excitement.
“You do? Will
you take me there?” Daisy pleaded.
“Sure I will!
Follow me!” The horse turned abruptly and began to trot away.
“Wait!” Daisy shouted
for him to stop. “I...I can’t come. There’s the fence.”
“Pah, this
rickety old thing,” he kicked it with his hind legs to show his disdain. “Come
here, let me show you something.” he sauntered over to the corner of the fence
and she followed. He swept aside some brush and pointed at the ground. There
was a sizeable ditch dug out right below the fence. “Sometimes late at night I
sneak in to your meadow using this.”
“Why do you do that?” Daisy stamped her feet.
“Is it to steal our apples?”
“Not exactly,”
he shook his head. “I like the games you play with your brothers and sisters. I
know I don’t belong with your kind, so I just wait till you all go to bed
before sneaking in to play.”
“Hmm...so you just
play on your own?” Daisy asked quietly.
He nodded...a
big grin on his face. “I don’t mind.”
“Don’t you have
any brothers or sisters to play with?”
“No. Not other
horses at least.”
Daisy didn’t
know what more to say to him. She looked back at the dark meadow, where only a
few fields down she could just make out the lights of the farmhouses. The other
unicorns must have been receiving their supper and nightly rubdown by now. She
wondered if they would send anyone to look for her. Perhaps the other foal had
already told the grownups about her being a pretender. She knew she couldn’t
return without a horn. She gave a deep sigh and crawled under the fence. She
pushed and pulled and scrambled through and by the time she came out the other
side her pretty white fur was almost as brown as her new friend. She tried to
shake off the dirt but the little horse was already making his way down the shadowy
road, humming a little tune as he went.
“Wait for me!”
she shouted and ran to catch up. Her horseshoes went clippity-clop clippity
clop down the paved trail, but the brown horse had no shoes, so his hooves just
went thupaloop, thupaloop. They walked together in silence, before Daisy
finally spoke.
“What’s your
name?” It never occurred to her to ask for his name until then.
“Billy.” As
soon as he said it Daisy snorted with laughter. “Why do you laugh?” he asked
her innocently.
“Billy sounds
like the name of a goat,” she replied and snorted again. She seemed to have
forgotten about her plight momentarily.
“Hmm...What’s
your name?” he asked the unicorn.
She puffed herself
up proudly and answered, “Daisy.”
“Ha!” Billy
exhaled, and continued on his way, a wry smile on his lips.
Daisy sulked at
his reaction. “What’s wrong with Daisy?” she pouted.
“Nothing...Daisy
is a wonderful name.” Billy acted very smugly after that, but would not tell
her why.
“Where are you
taking me Billy?” Daisy did not like being left in the dark.
“To some
friends who will be able to help us,” was his cryptic response.
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They travelled
all night until the next morning when they reached a farmstead very similar to
the one Daisy had just left. There was a fence surrounding some fields, of
which some were full of crops and others had animals grazing in. There was the
large farmhouse with a stable behind it and a smaller barn next to it. Billy
went right up to the gate and began to call out loudly.
“Binky! Binky!
Open up for us will you?” Not more than a few moments passed before a brightly
coloured green duck waddled out of the barn. It quacked excitedly and wobbled
its head left and right with its clumsy walk, which Daisy found quite
hilarious. When Binky approached the gate he ruffled his feathers and flew up
to the latch which he proceeded to fiddle with his beak. He undid the latch and
let out a particularly loud quack in triumph of his success. Billy pushed open
the gate to let Daisy and him through.
“Hello! What’s
your name?” Binky asked with his squeaky duck voice.
“Daisy,” she
replied.
“Daisy? Ha!”
Binky chuckled and led the way to the barn. Daisy gave a puzzled look to Billy.
Why was everyone laughing at her name?”
Inside the barn
she found a whole assortment of animals sitting, standing, or simply lying
around on a floor of straw. They all welcomed Billy cheerfully before they
introduced themselves to Daisy.
“Woof! I’m
Rufus,” a hairy black and white dog barked out first.
“Moo! I’m Bella
the cow,” a brown spotted heifer followed as a small bell around her neck rang
out.
“Cluck cluck”
the chicken announced before it tripped over its own feet. She laughed as she
picked herself up again. “Chicken!” She managed to say.
“Ignore her,”
Binky said. “Chicken doesn’t have a name. She’s just...chicken. My name is
Binky the duck!” he quacked and ruffled his feathers to get his point across.
“Oink oink!” a
fat pink pig squealed lazily from the corner of the barn where she was lying on
some hay. “I’m Daisy the pig,” she said as she struggled to get up. The other
animals immediately began to laugh.
Daisy the
unicorn blushed a bright crimson red. Now she knew why they found her name so
funny. Her cheeks flushed and she stamped her hooves in frustration.
“Don’t be
angry,” Binky said after wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.
“We just find it funny that a beautiful horse like you shares a name with Daisy
the pig.”
“I’m not a
horse!” Daisy snapped back and crossed her legs stubbornly. “I’m a unicorn.”
“Sorry,” Billy
said quite seriously. “I forgot.”
The other
animals went silent. They all looked at Billy but he said nothing more. It was finally
chicken who spoke first.
“No horn!...no
unicorn!” she said rather abruptly before pecking at some seed grains stuck in
between the floorboards. Peck! Peck! She went, but those seeds were firmly
wedged in.
“Daisy lost her
horn,” Billy neighed. “She needs our help to get another one. Will you help her?”
“I will help
you!” Binky quacked.
“Me too!” Bella
mooed.
“And me!” Rufus
barked.
“I suppose I
can try,” Daisy the pig oinked with some effort.
“Cluck cluck!”
Chicken yelled positively.
“We know where
to find you a horn,” Billy spoke to her. “But first let’s eat! I’m famished
after our long trip!”
The animals all
sat together and had a lovely meal of old carrots and other leftovers. All ate
heartily except for Daisy.
“What’s wrong
Daisy? Why aren’t you eating?” Rufus asked her as he chewed on a celery stick.
Daisy sniffed
at a half eaten cabbage at her feet and squirmed. “I’m not hungry,” she lied as
her belly rumbled like that of a frog. She wished she still had that juicy red
apple from the apple tree. Her mouth watered just thinking about it and all the
other tasty treats she was missing out on back home. She was quite sad for her
lost horn and all the trouble it had caused her.
“More for us!”
Daisy the pig squealed and grabbed the cabbage for herself.
After the
animals in the barn had their fill they led Daisy to the other side of the
farm. There she saw a meadow full of unicorns. There were all kinds, large and
small, but all were white as snow and as majestic as ever. Each brandished a
splendid golden horn on their forehead, which was decorated with colourful lace
and glitter. They were very beautiful, even more so than the ones back home. The
adults were grazing on the green grass close to the wooden fence and the
younger ones were playing joyfully and chasing each other around a berry bush.
Seeing them put a huge smile on Daisy’s face and filled her heart with joy, for
she was glad again to see her own kind.
“Where did they
come from?” she asked Billy as they approached the fence. She always thought
her herd were the only unicorns in the land, but these were not only more
numerous, but sported golden horns as well!
Billy shrugged.
“I don’t know. They were always here.” They stood there waiting until they
caught the attention of one of the larger unicorns. He jogged over to them
proudly. “Hello Julius,” Billy addressed him politely.
“What do you
want Billy?” Julius said with a gruff voice. “Don’t you have some field to
plough or carrots to steal?” he snorted in Daisy’s direction. “Who’s your
little friend?”
“This is Daisy.
She’s also a unicorn and she needs our help.” He stared at her suspiciously and
she lowered her head shyly. Julius was truly a superb animal and she felt so
small in his presence.
“A unicorn?”
Julius neighed rudely and shook his head. “That can’t be a unicorn! She doesn’t
even have a horn. And look how brown she is.” Daisy looked down at herself and
realised her fur had turned a very dirty colour, as her pure white pelt had
almost completely disappeared under the mud and
soil which she gathered during her travels.
“Please Mister
Julius,” she pleaded. “I lost my horn, can you get me another one.”
“Ha! Silly
child. You can’t lose your horn.” He
waved his own sturdy horn in the air, as if to prove his point further.
“It’s true it’s
true. I lost it when I was jumping for apples with my brothers and sisters.
Don’t you have a spare one I could borrow? Just until I find mine again?”
“Of course
not!” Julius said assuredly. “And even if I did have one it still won’t make a
difference if I gave it to you. You would still just be a horse with a fake
horn. If you go around pretending to be a unicorn just because you have a fake
horn on, then you’re even worse than a horse. Billy, why are you wasting my
time with these silly games and these dim-witted friends of yours? Go play in
the barn or work that plough in the fields. That’s all you horses are good for
anyway.” Julius snorted once more for good measure and turned his head so quickly
that his astonishing mane tossed itself in the air. He trotted off to tell the
other’s about the ridiculous horses. They began to laugh at Daisy, who couldn’t
help but cry with shame. She had never been treated so meanly before; Julius’s
words were very hurtful. Her ears drooped and she shuffled sadly away.
“Don’t listen
to him.” Billy tried to make her feel better. “Julius is always like that. He
thinks he’s better than everyone else.”
“He is better than everyone else,” Daisy
sniffed. “He is a unicorn after all. And it seems I’m not anymore.” She
wondered what she had done wrong to deserve such punishment. Was it wrong to
leap for that last apple on the apple tree? It was so large and ripe and tasty
looking. How could she have not tried her best to reach it? But it seemed it
was wrong to do so.
Billy nudged
her gently with his snout. “We’ll think of something. Don’t worry.”
They returned
to the barn and Billy told the others what had happened. They all felt sorry
for Daisy that she had to listen to mean Julius.
“I’d like to
chomp down on that long furry tail of his and teach him a lesson,” Binky
quacked angrily. He bit down with his beak as if he was doing it right there
and then. His funny little noises made Daisy smile.
“And I would
nibble on his ankles!” Rufus growled and showed his sharp teeth.
“And I will eat
all his grass!” Bella mooed.
“And I will lie
down behind him and make him trip on his backside!” Daisy the pig said idly.
They all looked
at chicken, expecting her to add something, or at least cluck a few times. But
she just gave them a blank stare, a half leaf of lettuce still in her beak.
They all chuckled at this, even Daisy, who was not feeling so blue anymore.
“You know what
we should do to Julius?” Binky whispered as he rubbed his feathers together.
“We should steal his horn!”
“How are we
going to do that?” Bella asked innocently.
“Easy. We sneak
in the meadow tonight while they sleep and we steal it,” he replied.
“She doesn’t
mean it that way Binky,” Rufus said. “She means how are we supposed to take it
off him? It’s a part of him isn’t it? We can’t just take a part of him. It’s
wrong.”
“It probably
comes off quite easily. Daisy here lost it and look...she’s perfectly fine. She
just looks like a horse that’s all.”
“I don’t know
if we should do such a thing.” Daisy replied.
“Come on, we
will teach that big old meanie a lesson. He will see what it’s like to be a
horse, at least for a little while. We can always give it back to him later
once you get your horn back.” Binky was quite excited over his little idea.
Daisy had her
doubts, but then she began to think of all the things Julius had said earlier.
He was very rude to her after all and deserved to be taught a lesson. “Ok!” she
finally yelled. “I’m in.”
“Me too!” Rufus
barked.
“And me!” Bella
mooed.
“I’ll watch
from a distance and make sure the coast is clear,” Daisy the pig muttered.
“Cluck Cluck,”
Chicken finally said.
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That night the
animals waited till the lights of the farmhouse had turned off for a good hour
before they made their move. They snuck out one by one from the barn in the cover
of night, running from one shadow to the other as quietly as they could. There
was one instance when chicken had gotten overly excited because she found a
stone that she mistook for a long lost egg of hers, but the others quietened
her down as best as they could and continued on their way towards the stable
where the unicorns slept. Daisy the pig declared that she would post watch
outside the building, as it was quite close to the farmhouse, and if anyone was
to show up she would snort twice to warn them. Binky used his knowhow on the
latch of the stable door and slowly, with a noisy creak, it swung open. They
snuck in and closed it behind them. Inside was very still and quiet, except for
the occasional snore or sniffle. Some of the unicorns were standing while
others were lying down, but all were asleep in their individual stalls, for
unicorns, like horses, can sleep standing you see.
“Now what?”
Daisy whispered as quietly as she could, afraid of the slightest sound.
“Now we find
big old meanie,” Rufus replied. The six animals spread out and began to search
the stalls one at a time. They only just began peeking into them however when
they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside. The light from a lantern
peeked from under the stable doors.
“Humans!” Bella
shrilled. “Hide!” They scrambled quickly to find cover. Rufus leapt into a
haycart in the corner. Chicken beat her wings and climbed up the rafters. Bella
trotted on the same spot in a panic before hiding in an empty stall. Binky
jumped into a barrel full of manure and immediately regretted his decision. Billy
and Daisy found themselves huddled under a pile of straw in another stall just
as the stable doors swung upon.
“Somebody
there?” they heard a man speak out. Heavy footsteps sounded as they heard him
walk in. He seemed to be checking on every stall. They tried to stay as quiet
as possible as he came nearer and nearer. As he approached the door of their hiding
place, the light of the swaying lantern caused the shadows to dance around
them. They looked like scary little creatures teasing them from hiding. Daisy
was suddenly very scared. More scared than she ever was in her life. She wished
she was back with her family at that moment. She just wanted to play in the
fields and leap around the large apple tree as she always did. She wanted to
leave this place more than anything in the world.
Just as the
door was about to swing open, they heard a familiar sound. “CLUCK! CLUCK!
CLUCKAAAK!” chicken yelled loudly as she flew out of the rafters and started
making as much of a ruckus as she could.
“What are you
doing in here!” the man yelled as chicken circled around his head, dropping her
loose feathers all over him. “How did you get in?!”
“CLUCK!” was
her only response as she knocked over a rake resting on the wall. Some of the
unicorns woke up and began to neigh wildly from the fuss. The man had had
enough. He opened the stable doors and tried to shoo chicken out. After one
last circle around the ceiling she hopped out of the doors with a very
satisfying and final cluck. Daisy had to bite her lip from laughing. Good old
chicken saved the day. Then they heard another voice from outside.
“Galliam, what
are you doing out there?” A woman’s voice spoke from the farmhouse.
“I thought I
heard a noise dear,” the man replied. “It was coming from the stables.”
“Well hurry
back already. It’s late and you know how grumpy you get in the morning if you
don’t get your full night’s sleep.” The man grumbled a hasty response and shut
the doors behind him. After a few minutes the room was silent and dark once
more.
Daisy was about
to sneak out of the straw pile when Billy stopped her. “Look,” he nodded at a
sleeping figure in the stall. It was too dark to notice before, but now they
saw that lying asleep only a few feet away was a small foal, just a bit younger
than Daisy. “Do you want to take his horn,” Billy whispered to her.
She looked at
the dainty little golden horn sticking out of the unicorn’s forehead. It had a
very neat spiral pattern all the way to the tip. It gleamed and sparkled very
nicely in the moonlight. “What about Julius’s horn?” she asked.
“Julius’s horn
will be very difficult to take. Besides it’s much too big for you anyway. Look
at this one. It’s the perfect size.”
Billy was
right. She would have looked very silly with Julius’s large heavy horn on her
head. But this one here was much nicer for her. It would fit her so well. She
thought of trotting back proudly to her herd with that brand new horn on her
head. They would welcome her again into the herd and her brothers and sisters
would play with her in the meadows once more. They would feed her tasty cakes
and the humans would scrub her down with flower-water and make her clean and
white again. But as she looked into the peaceful face of the young sleeping
unicorn, something very strange happened to Daisy. Perhaps it was her new
friends, or her own plight that very unexpectedly opened her eyes to the truth.
Whatever it was, it made her feel sorry for him. She knew that if she took his
horn then he would be scorned by the others. Julius would mock him for being a
pretender, and they would most likely kick him out of the herd. He would be
alone and sad, just like she was when she lost her horn. Perhaps he would go
hungry and have nowhere warm to sleep at night. Would this foal be as lucky as
her to find such good friends to take care of him? She realised how nice Billy
and the other animals were to her. Even though she used to tease him every day he
was still willing to help her out. He used to come so far just to watch them
play, hoping that one day they would ask him to join in, yet all she did was
mock and tease him for being a horse. Billy’s friends barely met her and they
took a big risk for her tonight. In that moment she felt very bad for the way
she had been treating others. She couldn’t do that to this poor foal. No matter
how much she wanted a horn, she couldn’t do such a thing.
“Come,” she
whispered to Billy. “Let’s get out of here. She nudged open the stall door as
quietly as she could so as not to wake up the young one and snuck out the
stable. They found the others outside standing over a snoring pig.
“A great lookout
you made,” Bella said as she nudged Daisy the pig awake. She jumped up rather
nimbly for an animal her weight and snorted twice in a panic, which made the
others laugh all the way back to their barn.
“Did you find a
horn?” Binky asked Daisy. She smiled and shook her head.
“We can always
try again tomorrow night,” Rufus barked.
“No need,” she
replied. “I don’t really want one anymore.”
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A few weeks
later, Daisy and Billy found themselves strolling along the road that led to
her old herd and decided to drop by and see how her old herd were doing. They
trotted along the wooden fence that she had snuck under not so long ago until
they came across the old apple tree. There were no more apples on it, for she
had plucked the last one for that season, but her brothers and sisters were
still dancing around it. They stopped playing when they saw them approach.
“Look who it
is,” said Hans. “It’s Billy the workhorse and Daisy the liar.” He laughed and
the others joined him. “What do you want here? You can’t play with us.” He
declared as he huffed and puffed at them.
“I don’t want
to play with you Hans,” Daisy replied boldly. “I have other friends to play
with. And they don’t care who I am. They just want to play and they don’t make
fun of others like we used to just because they’re not unicorns.”
“Come on guys,”
Hans said to the other unicorns as he stuck his tongue out at her. “Let’s get
out of here. These two are no fun.” He walked away with his head held high and
the others followed. Daisy leaned over the fence and watched them go,
remembering how she would have walked away with them if it was an older time.
She caught her reflection in the stream below and was quite surprised by how
much she had changed. Her fur was now completely brown, but it wasn’t from the
dirt or the mud. It was as if the white had washed itself away slowly over time.
She looked like any old horse, but she didn’t mind that at all. Then a familiar
shape caught her eye in the reflection of the water. She looked up at the apple
tree and saw what it was. Right there, stuck on a branch just above where the
large juicy apple had been, was her old horn! It must have gotten caught there
when she made the giant leap! It had been under her snout, or rather just above
it, the whole time. She began to laugh at her silliness.
“Why are you
laughing?” Billy asked curiously.
“My horn! I
found my horn!” she exclaimed loudly. “It’s been stuck up the apple tree the
whole time!”
“Ha!” Billy
yelled loudly when he saw it. “Shall we try to get it down?”
“Nah,” Daisy shook
her head indifferently. “I will just end up losing it again.”
They laughed
and danced under the tree for a while, two horses happy as can be. And so ends
the story of how Daisy lost her horn, but found something much more valuable
instead.