The Chinese Unicorn

The Chinese Unicorn carried a sword to sit and look at. It should be an odd activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who expected it would be the most awesome idea. Honestly, a sword being the item selected.

The Chinese Unicorn desperately wanted a piece of paper that they sometimes put up their bum. It would have been a weird exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks it was simply life. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper being the thing selected.

The Chinese Unicorn needed a cup to break. One might consider this to be a peculiar idea, to some, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup being the item opted for.

The Chinese Unicorn often carried a sword that they would sometimes break. This might appear to be a fairly funny action, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword is the item to select.

The Chinese Unicorn searched for a bag of poop that they would occasionally hug. It would have been a curious exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that this idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

The Chinese Unicorn wanted a block of cheese that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese was the thing that was selected.