There was a unicorn in the backyard.
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.
“What did we say about making things with our imagination?” She didn’t respond immediately. “Hannah!”
“It scares people and they call the police.”
“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.