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"Damn these long legs!" she mutters as she topples over and accidentally smashes a small inlaid table to bupkus. "Can't get them sorted out! Florence, you wouldn't happen to have any advice on how a unicorn... you know, acts like a unicorn?" "Mmm-mmm-mmmf," replies Florence. Sitting in the armchair in the chimney-corner, her eyes reflect greenish. "Sorry--what was that?" asked Kathy, swivelling her ears. Florence sits forward, and there is a look of panic on her face as she gestures to her muzzle. "Mmm-MMM-mmm-mmmf! Mmm-MMMF--mmm-fmmmmt!" she replied, but her lips do not move. Kathy blinks several times. Then it hit her--of course! They were in a land where magic was as common as table-salt. "The hush-puppies you ate for supper!" she cried in a horse-whisper. "They've sealed your mouth!" Florence, rolled her eyes, flopped back disconsolately in her chair. "Fwlll," she murmured. Kathy rocked to and fro on her brisket, trying to get her legs untangled and to look as graceful as the images of unicorns she grew up admiring. In the process, her tail sweeps a lamp off its stand, and as she spins her head to look at the source of the crash, her horn slices the curtains neatly in half. "Don't worry--your enchantment ought to wear off by morning," she says in an attempt to comfort Florence. "I read about hush-puppies, but it didn't occur to me...the kid's great-granny probably used them to shut up her rugrats. They only work on canids." Florence regarded Kathy with a meaningful glance. "Yeah, well...I'm a unicorn, now," Kathy sniffed with dignity. Florence rested her brow in the tips of her fingers, and sighed. |
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