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I don't know what made me think of unicorns, but when I was in Fairyland recently for a short visit with Mother Goose, I happened to mention the subject.

"Did you know we have someone who can actually commune with unicorns?" Mother Goose asked.

"No! I thought they were only mythical beings, really."

"Well, as Shakespeare once said, there are more things in heaven and earth, my dear Wanna, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

"Oh my goodness; I am so thrilled. Do you think we could see this person?"

"She is extremely shy and I doubt that she would want to talk to strangers, but I don't think she would mind if Goosey just took us for a short flight nearby."

So, there we were, far removed from the 100 degree heat in El Paso, flapping along in the cool depths of a quiet forest in Fairyland, when Mother Goose leaned in to whisper, "There, Goosey, go quietly," and then the bird flapped her way down to a spot at the edge of a slight clearing.

And there she was, raising her hand as if in benediction, as a unicorn with a slightly glittering mane and tail sat quietly among some ferns. "Does she speak to him directly?" I asked, whispering so as not to be noticed.

"Frankly, I am not sure," Mother Goose confided, also in a whisper. "Nobody really knows how Shyna does it. All I know is that she is the only person in Fairyland who can get one to lie down beside her. Much less let itself be decorated with flowers."

As Goosey lifted us for our flight back to Mother Goose's cottage, I said, "I have lived a long and happy life, but who knew I would have the opportunity to see not only a unicorn, but the person who whispers to him."

"Well, keep your eyes open; you never know what we might see on the way home," Mother Goose replied.



You can see how I made Shyna and this setting here.












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