Once there was a little girl. She lived in a cottage by the sea. Her family wasn’t rich, but they weren’t poor, either. There really was only one thing she wanted for Christmas. That was a unicorn. She would say:
“Mommy, can you get me a woonicorn? Pweath? It’s all I weawy want!” But they would always tell her that unicorns don’t exist. Oh, but she wouldn’t give up so easily. I mean, how does Santa guide his sleigh without them? Huh?
Then, the next day, she went to the forest, and saw a horn behind a bush.
“Me has found you!” She said. Then, a bright pink unicorn appeared from the bush. It ate her, and she died.