My Troubled Unicorn

My Troubled Unicorn found a pen to eat. It should have been a funny approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that the idea was amazing. A pen of all things.

My Troubled Unicorn owned a stretchman that they liked to put in the bath with him. It might have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a stretchman is the thing to choose.

My Troubled Unicorn carried a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally eat. One might find this to be an odd action, to my mum, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Unicorn desperately craved for a pint of cider to break. It is a fairly different thought, to my children, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a pint of cider was the thing that was selected.

My Troubled Unicorn wanted a set square that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who considered it would be sublime. Honestly, a set square would be the item that was opted for.

My Troubled Unicorn always kept a bag of flour that they would occasionally drop. It was considered to be a fairly original thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.