On the road to Alice Creek one day, a dazzling unicorn appeared out of nowhere and planted itself along my path.
"Would you like to see magic"? Its eyes spoke to me as I stood
mesmerized. "Yes," I answered
mutely. The creature laid low and
invited me to sit on its back. And off
we flew into the swirling clouds.
From above, I saw below giraffes with shimmering rainbow spots. There was a grove
of blinking and winking Aspens; some rolling their eyes. We flew over an endless
field of sage wafting fragrance so strong you can touch it. A mountain range
was bellowing laughter. And at its foot was a mirror-lake that was fast
cracking and emitting the shrill tinkling of breaking crystal.
As the unicorn moved on, I heard the sound of fiddles and
tambourines coming from a misty forest. In a clearing men and women dressed
from another age were dancing with frenzy to a brisk tarantella.
Confused and overwhelmed, I begged the unicorn to bring me
down. Finally, it landed gently on a meadow still gleaming with the day's remaining dewdrops . I got off the creature's back in a daze.
I turned my face in time to see the unicorn slowly fading until it vanished. Shaking in fear, I started looking around me and detected movement in a nearby grove of
pines. I tottered, drawn to the trees. There, I saw a bucking stallion with pricked ears facing backwards,
swishing tails, and wrinkled nose -- obviously spirited and wild.
Thistles dotting its shiny black coat told me it had gone through some thorny
bushes.
Fascinated, I slowly moved to touch it and carefully laid my quaking
hand on its neck.
As it felt my flesh against its body, the stallion stood still.
He slowly turned his head, fixed his eyes on me and there, on the road to Alice Creek one enchanted afternoon, he whispered...
He slowly turned his head, fixed his eyes on me and there, on the road to Alice Creek one enchanted afternoon, he whispered...
- Ariel Murphy
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