They're Real

WHOA! Did you see that unicorn? Did you? DID YOU? Well it was right there, awww now it just ran away. Look what you did you scared it. Unicorn come back.

There once was a unicorn that ate pickles and flowers. He had the most revolting breath on Planet Ota. Fleeing Dust a she-unicorn always made jokes about his bad breath. She ate strawberries and mint leaves so her breath always smelled fresh. She had the best smelling breath on Planet Ota. Planet Ota was a magical planet, and not anything like Earth.

The grass was gold colored and the sky was always lime green. The trees were pink and red, and when it rained it covered the forest in clear orange drops. Anybody who stepped foot on this planet would pass out do to shock and amusement put together. Some people would think they were going crazy.

Fleeing Dust wasn't always heartless, just around her friends. She felt like she had to make fun of Otter Head, the foul breathed unicorn, she felt intense feelings for him that her friends wouldn't understand. So one day she went off to sun valley where all the pickle trees grew. She stabbed a pickle with her horn and bucked her head to get it off her precious horn. The pickle had been split in two. Just as she planned. She carefully licked up a pickle seed and galloped to some other unknown land.

Fleeing dust followed her nose toward the mint forest. The mint leaves were a shade of deep purple. She grabbed one and wrapped the seed in the leaf. After she finished her task she planted the seed.

A few day later there was a tree the size of Otter Head himself, and it grew strange smelling pickles. They smelled of mint. He jumped up and plucked a pickle off the tree. As he bit into the pickle a fresh taste overwhelmed his mouth. It still had the flavor of the pickle but freshened his mouth at the same time!

He began talking to some of the she-unicorns, and getting their ney calls. He had never gotten 15 ney calls in one day. He held his head high until he noticed Fleeing Dust approach him. She looked a little strange, as if she were jealous. He walked away without talking to her, he didn't need to hear any negativity today. He was sick of her rude remarks and the way she teased him. Why on Earth, well not on Earth, would she be jealous he thought. He trotted over to his favorite sleeping spot and closed his eyes.

He had a vivid picture of a she-unicorn much like fleeing dust, or wait. It was Fleeing Dust! He saw her galloping toward his old food spot to her food spot. Where she planted a seed. It was probably a tree to make my breath even more foul, he thought, but why would she plant it in the mint field. And then it clicked in his mind.

Fleeing Dust watched as Otter Head got all of the attention from the she-unicorns. Ever since she made his breath smell lovely, he hasn't said a word to her. The others had made fun of him too, so why is she the one getting the silent treatment. Why was he being such a donkey! She thought, but then she instantly took it back. Donkey was the meanest insult you could say to a unicorn. He'd probably not talk to her for days if she ever called him that.

She galloped toward the Onacee Pier where most of the teen-ager unicorns went to party and snort confuddling powder. She wouldn't join in on these events because they were illegal and you could get arrested by the Uni PD. And then she saw him. He had a gold coat and a navy blue mane, his horn sparkled like a diamond.