lick. “Look at yourself, little one.”
Chelsea looked down, but was puzzled to see silvery hooves, both split in two. She looked backward and saw a slim, white, and fuzzy rump. She flicked her tail and saw that it was silver too.
“When I was little, I went to this same school,” the unicorn said, nuzzling her. “I choked on my food and died. When I woke up, I was a unicorn foal, as you are now. I have watched over the school and its children for a long time now. I did not want the next foal to be as lonely as I was.”
The unicorn paused for a moment, then nodded to the car wreck. “That is where baby unicorns come from. The death of an innocent.”
“But...Mommy...”
“She cannot see you or hear you,” the unicorn reminded her. “I know you love her, but you cannot stay with her.”
Chelsea looked up at the unicorn. She wanted to cry and wail, but it didn’t feel like her eyes and voice could do that anymore.
“Stay with me,” the unicorn offered gently. “You will be my foal, and I will teach you what I know.”
The ambulance was already pulling away, siren wailing as if it were keening for Chelsea and her mother. The police were already stuffing the gray-haired man into the back of a car, and a truck was preparing to clean up the wrecks. There was no chance to follow her mother now.
Forlornly, Chelsea nodded, awkwardly scrabbling to her four hooves and pressing close against the unicorn. She was shivering.
As they started walking away, another car pulled up, and a large woman with short brown hair squeezed out.
“Max? What the hell happened here?”
Miss Andersen finally let go of the boy, and he went to his mother, but as he reached her, he froze and stared past her at the scene of two white and silver unicorns, one big and one small, walking away.
“Mom! There’s unicorns!” he said, pointing, his eyes as round as silver dollars.
Max’s mother swatted the back of his head with one meaty hand. “Don’t be stupid. No such thing. Now get in the car, and if I find out you’ve been putting sand in kids’ hair again, your dad’ll be teaching you a lesson!”
Max plodded to the car, rubbing the back of his head, but his eyes stayed trained on the unicorns. His mom was wrong. The creatures were right in front of him!
As he climbed into the car though, the baby unicorn turned its head, looked straight at him, and stuck out its tongue.
About the Author
Renée Adams lives in New Jersey with many pets who kindly share their home with her. Between dreams of one day becoming the local “crazy cat lady” and fantasies of ruling the world with an army of robots, she writes, draws, plays video games, and does martial arts.
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