Billy and the Unicorn
Terry Bisson
ONE DAY BILLY saw a unicorn. He could tell what it was by the big horn growing out of its head. It was standing at the edge of the woods.
“Want a unicorn?” the unicorn asked. It was white.
Billy shook his head. “Girls like unicorns,” he said. “I’m a boy.”
“Boys would like unicorns too,” said the unicorn, “if they knew what unicorns were really like.”
Billy thought about that. “What are they really like?” he asked.
“Take me home and you’ll see,” said the unicorn.
“You’re too big,” said Billy.
“Yes, but unicorns don’t eat anything,” said the unicorn. “Plus, we’re invisible.”
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