Here I am, in my field, happily munching on tiny bits of grass, when my owner comes along, calling out my name. “Oooh! I might be in for a treat…maybe a carrot or a mint!” Full of excitement I trot over to her and nuzzle up…. If I roll on my back she might give me a good scratch which will send me into seventh heaven……
What’s this? She’s grabbed my forelock and is twisting it … it doesn’t hurt but it’s not what I want. I begin to back away, prepared to run at full gallop back to the top of the field, maybe throwing a double buck along the way, so she knows not to mess with a feisty mini Shetland!
Too late! She has anticipated my exit strategy and pulls out a polo. What a cunning plan! She knows I’ll do anything for a mint. As I crunch down on the delicious treat, smacking and licking my lips, my loving owner finishes her task. I feel a gentle breeze around my forehead that is quite pleasant.
After a while, she gives me a big hug and bends down to admire her handiwork. “Mmmmm…..you lovely little Unicorn” she coos – and sets up a photo of us. I smile inwardly, making sure my best side is to the camera.
Wait a minute! Unicorn! that’s the stuff of legends; a bedtime story from foal days. I stare at her, filled with embarrassment. How will I live this down. I hang my head in shame when a neighbour calls over, “Oh what a lovely little pony! Is she a unicorn for the day? ” Coming into the field, she asks for a photo with me. “Here’s a carrot for your trouble”
Hey, I think I’ll maybe go guising as a Unicorn and collect carrots and mints!
Every cloud has a silver lining!