Unicorn Tales

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A tongue in cheek tale of what might have happened when a Unicorn lost it's horn.... Less than 2,000 words.

Submitted: March 29, 2016

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Submitted: March 29, 2016

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A Leprechaun was making his way through Gillian's wood when he heard sobbing.

"Whatever might cause such sorrow?" he thought to himself. "I will investigate."

With that thought passed, he crept ever so cautiously toward the sound.

"By the Saints, it is Miss Dale, the Unicorn," the Leprechaun exclaimed.

"I'd be wondering what tragedy has befallen her that she weeps tears in such large quantities. I should ask her, and I shall if the coin falls to the side of Tales," the Leprechaun quipped as he pulled a gold coin from his pocket.

It should be noted that Leprechauns are very superstitious creatures and some make no decisions without the flipping of a coin. 

With a flip of his stubby little fingers, the coin launched into the air and landed on the ground.

"This is going to be an interesting day," he thought when he saw that the coin had landed, standing on its edge.

"I shall flip it again," he said, but this time he said it out load and Dale heard him.

Dale asked, "Who stays hidden in the presence of a Unicorn? Are you not aware of the problems that may arise for doing such a devious thing?"

"Begging your pardon Lassie, I heard you sobbing and came to inquire as to your situation," the Leprechaun replied while picking up his coin.

Dale replied, "That will be Miss Dale to you Mr. Golden and I'll thank you to mind your own never-mind, if you don't mind."

At that moment Mr. Golden, the Leprechaun, pushed aside a bush limb and saw a horrific sight!

"Your horn, by the Saints, your horn is missing!" Mr. Golden said with such tragedy in his voice that all the wooded creatures gathered around. They were all shocked and astounded at the sight.

"I know, I had a terrible accident and it just snapped right off," Dale said, shaking tears from her nose.

"Tis an Omen," said the Leprechaun, "a fearsome Omen! We need to put it back right away, or who knows what might happen."

"I can't, a few seconds after it broke off, it just vanished. POOF!" Dale replied and then started crying again.

 

At that moment a girl came by carrying a basket with mushrooms in it. She was obviously picking them when she stumbled upon the group standing around the Unicorn. The Leprechaun hid behind a bush, the other creatures did the same, but Miss Dale just stood there; because humans can't see Unicorns.

The girl stopped for a moment, walked over to Miss Dale and petted her nose.

Miss Dale was in shock!

"What a beautiful horse you are," said the girl, "and so big, you must be very strong," she commented. "I wish I had an apple to give you, I'm sorry, maybe next time."

With that said, the girl continued in the direction that she was going, disappearing into the woods.

"I do not believe what I just saw, by all the saints, I do not believe it!" Mr. Golden said as he came out from behind the bush.

"Nor I", replied Pixley the Pixie; a new arrival to the gathering.

Dale started crying again, and said in a blubbering fashion, "That girl could see me and she touched my snout, and then she talked to me like I was a common horse. What is going on?"

"It's a Omen I say, and a bad one at that!" Mr. Golden exclaimed.

"Oh will you stop with the Omen stuff? It is obvious what is going on here, "said Featherblinken the Owl. “Her Unicorn's magic was in her horn. When her horn was detached then she became a worldly horse. I mean, after all, she was a unicorn until the detachment. Right?"

"I'm afraid Featherblinken has a point," Dale sniffled. "Everything was fine until the accident.

"Maybe you'll grow a new one," commented Pixley, "one even better than the last."

"Maybe so," Dale replied with another sniffle.

"In the meantime, it is important that you blend in now that you can be seen by humans," Mr. Golden said.

Dale wrinkled her nose and replied, "Blend in, I've never had to blend in before, and I don't think I know how."

"Oh it's easy," said Pixley, you look like a horse now. I mean, just look what happened with the girl, she was sure you were a horse. So all you have to do is just stand around in the fields where the horses are, you know, until your horn grows back. Humans aren't too bright; they will never notice an extra horse in the fields."

 

Well, everyone agreed that that was the best thing to do, Dale would just act like a horse until her horn grew back.

 

Weeks past by and horses came into the big field in the morning and they left in the evening, but dale stayed bathing in the light of the moon.

Bathing in the light of the moon is what all Unicorn must do to stay healthy, at least that is what Dale was told by other Unicorns.

 

One day, at noon, the same girl came into the field carrying a small basket of apples and a loaf of fresh Baked Irish Soda-bread. The girl walked towards Dale right away and greeted her.

 

"Good day to you beautiful lady," the girl said to Dale. "Today I have apples for you, and I have one for myself too. Let's have a nice lunch of apples and Soda-bread? I'm sure that you will find that they are delicious together.

Without another word the girl removed a gingham table cloth from her basket and spread it out on the ground.

Setting down, she took a knife from the basket and proceeded to cut a chunk off the end of the bread loaf, then another, and another, until half the loaf was cut. She did the same with the apples, cutting them all. Afterward she wrapped the half-loaf of bread in a napkin and put it and the knife back into the basket.

The girl looked up at Dale and continued, "Shall we dine?" She then held up a slice of apple in dale's direction.

Dale had never had an apple before.

Unicorns only eat heather, clover, and a variety of forest ferns, but from the day Dale lost her horn, she had been sampling other things; field grasses, alfalfa, corn, she even dug up a potato.

So with the offering of the apple, Dale was game.

Dale ate the slice, chomping vigorously. It was good.

Then a second slice and a third, each was better tasting than the last.

Then it happened, the taste of Soda-bread hit Dale and she fell in love. When the girl offered her another chunk, Dale ate it and then went straight for the napkin that covered the half-loaf; gone in 60 seconds.

"Well aren't we the piggy today," the girl gleefully giggled.

"No, don't you dare eat the rest of my bread!" She said while rolling around on the table cloth and try very hard to conceal the rest of the bread. Here, have another apple slice," she giggled, "and don't slobber on me this time; after all, we are ladies."

It wasn't long before the bread and apples were gone, which left these new friends time to chat away the hour.

"You are a mountain of a horse and yet as graceful as can be, the girl exclaimed. What shall I call you, Dole, Dana, Dot? ... NO! ... Dale, do you like that name? OK then, Dale it is!

I have been watching you from the schoolhouse window during the weekdays. When you run, it is graceful and inspiring, and when you trot, it reminds me of a dance. But more than all else is your size and the long queenly hair that flows from your main, your tail, and how it covers your hoofs like slippers.

Only my uncle has a horse to match your size and grace. And that horse is a Kingly steed who is in need of a Queen, my lady.

 

How my uncle came by such a steed is a story that he would never tell without a pint of Ale to calm his nerves.

As he tells the story, he went into the woods on a stormy night looking for a lost sheep. Suddenly there was a lightning strike and when he looked where the bolt had hit, there on the ground was the biggest horse that he had ever seen.

Wouldn't ya know that the horse had been struck right in the center of the forehead by a lightning bolt? The poor thing was disoriented and acted confused until my uncle feed it Apples and Soda-bread.

May I be struck dead right where I stand if I'm not telling you exactly what he said. He gave the stricken horse apples and Soda-bread, just like Doc Golden told him to do.

Now it sounds strange, but from that day forward the horse has been my uncle’s pride and joy and my uncle is the horse’s favorite human.

We do believe that it is the strongest horse in all of Ireland; it can out-pull three of any other. It can pull any plow, any log, any wagon and it is as graceful as you my beautiful lady.

My uncle has given the horse a name in keeping with its collision with that lightning bolt. He named the horse Collides, ---Dale."

 

JEF  ---  03-28-2016


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