There was a unicorn in the backyard.
Again.
I might have missed it had I not remembered that tomorrow was trash day. Inside, I found Hannah playing with her barbies. Actual plastic ones, thank God: it was just the unicorn so far.
“Hannah.”
“What?”
“What did we say about making things with our imagination?” She didn’t respond immediately. “Hannah!”
“It scares people and they call the police.”
“That’s right.”
“But I didn’t mean to! I only wanted him for a second, I swear!”
I went to get the shotgun. We weren’t even finished with the steaks from last time yet.
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