a small town girl

As a small town girl, Giselle had a great life. She was well liked in the community of Woolley and had gained respect as a first-class horse trainer. The horses really responded to her well because as a unicorn she was to the horses (almost) the equivalent of Jesus among the humans. Except unicorns are much more common than Jesus (there is only one Jesus, he just keeps resurrecting himself). Unicorns are fairly common because they can cut through the fabric that separates their world from our world with their horns and climb right through to our side, but then it closes up behind them so no one else can get through. Which is really too bad because there are some pretty cool dragons and monsters that live in their world.

Eventually Giselle grew tired of small town life. She wanted to explore the big city. She took a rainbow into the City one day (as that was her preferred method of transportation, flying seemed too cliche). She arrived without any money so she decided to enter a horse race at City Park Raceway. Her race name was Pumpkin Cheesecake and no one seemed to mind that she was the only unicorn racing all these horses. She came in third place and left with $500 to her name. Not bad for a small town girl.

“Good race, pretty lady,” said a tall man with a bright red baseball cap.

“Thanks, it was my first race in the City,” responded Giselle.

The man invited her out for a celebration lunch, which Giselle politely accepted. They walked to a nice place called Seto Cafe which served all day breakfast so she decided to order the breakfast special for $3.50. However, on the way to the cafe Giselle got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. The man kept looking at her with this weird grin on his face, and they did not pass another unicorn at all on the street and none drove by that she saw either. In most big cities she knew that the unicorn population was pretty large, but for some reason here there didn’t seem to be any.

They ate lunch and had a good conversation where the man asked Giselle all about her hometown and the horse training she did. He said he had a farm and would love for her to come work on it. Giselle was very grateful to the man, even though she was not sure if she trusted him or not.

They drove to his farm and when they got there she saw a huge barn, but almost no grasslands for horses to wander about and roam free as they should.

The man motioned for her to follow him and told her to come with him so she could meet the horses.

Giselle followed as instructed, but as soon as the gates opened four more men jumped out and tied her up. She looked into the barn and all she saw were rows upon rows of unicorns. They were all tied up and their heads were bent down so their horns were boiling in the buckets of water placed in front of them. Giselle screamed and wrestled with the men, but was unable to escape. She was put into an empty slot between two of the unicorns in the very centre of the whole barn.  They told her that tomorrow she would have to boil her horn like the others.

The men left and she was alone with all the unicorns. She introduced herself to her neighbouring unicorns. On one side of her was Aurora and on the other side was Maxine. She asked them what was going on.

“Well,” Maxine responded, “the Big City has a huge problem with gangs and gang violence related to drugs. The largest gang in the City is called Grey Hermit Crab, and members of Grey Hermit Crab are the most greedy people you have ever met. They produce the most drugs out of any gang in the country.”

“Yeah,” interjected Aurora, “they stole my Mom when I was only six years old! They discovered how to use the marsenium in unicorn horns to make a drug that allows people to fly. However, the marsenium only releases the active ingredient for the drug if we are still alive, so that’s why they boil our horns and keep us captive.”

Now Giselle realized why there were no unicorns in the City. News had traveled the country so most unicorns knew to avoid the Big City but in her small town Giselle was the only unicorn and she had never heard of this. Any unicorns that were in the City, were now in this barn with her.

Giselle was not going to let them get away with this.

“Listen up unicorns,” yelled Giselle so that it echoed off the walls of the barn, “we are not going to remain captive here. Everyone must follow my lead so we can escape. Tomorrow these men will pay the price.” She proceeded to explain her plan for how the unicorns would escape from the torture they were enduring daily in the barn.

The next day at around 8 am, the five men returned to the barn. They were surprised to see the unicorns had already put their horns into the boiling water. Normally the men have to order them to do so and then restrain them.  They walked along the centre of the barn observing their unicorns. When they reached Giselle she yelled the code word and all the unicorns knew what they had to do.

Aurora had a man right in front of her so she took the opportunity to poke his eyes out with her horn, which also melted them a bit from since her horn was so hot from the boiling water. She then stabbed her horn through his heart so he would bleed to death. Most of the unicorns had escaped from their cages by this time, burning through them with their scolding hot horns. They all poked and prodded at the men violently until each of the five men lay dead or dying on the barn floor.

Once all unicorns were free and the men had each taken their last breath, the unicorns headed out the doors of the barn to gave their thanks to Giselle and say their goodbyes. The rain outside the barn was still strong, but the sun had started to shine through, giving each of the unicorns a rainbow on which to ride home. While watching these majestic creatures gallop along the rainbows and over the Big City, a feeling of peace came over the land.  After this massacre at the barn, crime in the Big City was significantly reduced and the members of Grey Hermit never committed any crimes when rainbows were in the sky for fear of additional vengeance from the unicorns.



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