Until the end of your horn grows back

[thefisieuxfiles]

When I was in grade school my parents gave me this little book that contained a poem. It later became my favorite, I would read it again and again, absorbing the artsy font and adorable illustrations, trying to grasp its meaning.

This, is what I am feeling now.

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The Unicorn
By Marivi Soliven
Once there was a little boy
And of the many toys
his most

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Thank you.

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I had the same book and stuffed toy when I was about 8 years old. It was one of my favorite stories as a child. It may as well be the reason why I never lost track of the child within me.

I'm 21 now and no longer have the book or stuffed toy, but the story and images of the pink and purple polka dotted velvet hornless unicorn has remained close to my heart to this very day.

One day when I have children of my own, I'll let them read this story, too. I'm sure it'll be one of the best they'd ever hear, as well.

Cheers!

Re: Thank you.

[thefisieuxfiles]

You're welcome. Whoa, this is a pretty old entry. Haha. How'd you come across it?

And yeah, I'm also a Franz, BTW. Hi!