"There's a unicorn among our sheep," the shepherd reported to her father upon returning to the farmhouse.
"What's it doing there?" he asked, puzzled.
"I asked, it didn't answer."
"And I wouldn't press," warned her grandmother. Everyone agreed.
The next dawn, as the shepherd lead the flock out, she noted there were now two unicorns - one considerably smaller than the other.
For generations after, the wool from that farm was exceptional.
@D More than likely.
@Teryl_Pacieco Did they remember to count the sheep after the unicorns appeared?
Who's transforming those poor sheep into unicorns?
@zatnosk They counted, no sheep were missing. :)
@Teryl_Pacieco
seems like they would be magically delicious
#meaty