“I love unicorns,” said eleven-year
old Mandy, excitedly.
“Unicorns aren’t real!” replied
Anthony, her thirteen-year old brother. “Get back to reality!”
Anthony loved to
argue. Mandy was always a daydreamer with a vivid imagination.
“Unicorns are real!” replied
Mandy. “I dreamed about a unicorn. How could I dream about something that is not
real?”
“Having a dream does not make
it real!” argued Anthony. “You are always daydreaming about something wild and
wonderful.”
“It was not a daydream. It
was a dream in the night. Dreaming can make it real!” argued Mandy.
“Dreams can come true, you know.”
“Get with it, Mandy! That is
not likely!”
“Mommy, Anthony says unicorns
are not real!”
“Children, please stop
fighting!” ordered their mother. “Go online and type the word 'unicorn' into
the search engine.”
The children learned that in
appearance, a unicorn looked like a horse, except it had a
single horn in the center of its forehead. They found numerous myths, folk
tales and stories about unicorns.
Anthony was always curious about his
sister’s dream. He was jealous too, because he seldom had any.
Mandy normally recounted one dream after another.
“Mandy, what did the unicorn in
your dream look like?”
“The unicorn looked like a
horse with a horn on its head.”
“There are other kinds of mythological horses,”
said Anthony. “Did your unicorn have wings? In Greek mythology, Pegasus was a
winged horse that could fly.”
“My unicorn was in the air, but
no wings.”
“Was it a half man or a water
horse?” asked Anthony.
“You are silly!”
“They are found in Greek
mythology,” said Anthony. “A centaur is half man and half horse. Hippocampus
was a water horse.”
“You are kidding!”
“How many legs did the horse
have?” asked Anthony.
“Horses only have four legs.”
“Sleipnir, in Norse mythology,
had eight legs.”
“My unicorn had four legs.”
Thoroughly upset, Mandy
left the room. Anthony continued his online inquiry about unicorns.
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