Unicorn?  Did ya'll say somethin' bout a unicorn?  I was 17 when I saw my first unicorn.  Well…first and last, I should say.  I saw it through the scope of my riffle, and didn't register the silver horn stickin' out the silver main till after the silver blood hit the ground.  Yep, caught a lota flack for that one; seein's how it was the last one en all.  Still don't really get what the huff was about neither…monochromatic mother-fucker: borin' thang if you ask me!  Course, nobody did ask me…too busy reeling over 'the death of magic,' or some nonsense.  Death of magic?  I seen people drive cars that park themselves!  If that ain't magic, you tell me what is!  Psh…death of magic.  .......Momma was embarrassed.  Partly cuz the tabloids, but mostly cuz Papa insisted on mountin' its silver head over the fireplace mantle.  "Compliments the mermaid!", papa says, but…we wasn't s'posed to tell no folks 'bout the mermaid.