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Mrs. Muir half-turned and stared at me like I was an i***t. “Of course it’s a unicorn. What did ya think he was hunting?”
I shook my head and I put my glasses back on. “I-I don’t know, maybe some sort of talking pony or something.”
Mrs. Muir looked to the horse and her face softened. “A creature like this doesn’t need words to talk to us. She has her eyes.”
I could see what she meant. The unicorn’s eyes showed all her emotions: curiosity, trepidation, and a smidgen of fear. The unicorn climbed to its feet and I saw it was fifteen hands tall. The creature stood still and its eyes caught mine. I felt compelled to walk towards it. My feet shuffled through the water and over the bits of sand that contained hordes of dead flies.
Muir watched me, but my attention was solely on t
