My Cardboard Balcony

My Unicorn by Belinda Roddie My unicorn will be the very best that you will ever see. Her mighty horn will shimmer in the sun. Her pearly fur will glisten like the mellow dew at dawn. When I ride her, she will take me to the castles in the sky, where I will eat pie and cake and ice cream all day. She will eat strawberries and cheesecake instead of oats, and her whinny will sound so beautiful that children will cry when they hear her neigh. I'll love my unicorn with all my heart, and she will love me back with all of hers. I'm sure your unicorn will be just fine, but mine's still better because, well, she's mine!

The smell of the beef stew was incredibly enticing, but Carolyn knew she had to wait until everyone sat down before they could eat. And even before she could lift her spoon, she knew that her father had to be the first to taste the food. She watched as the short yet heavily bearded man she called her dad scurried into the room to sniff at the pot. "Perfect," he growled. "Dinner's on, kids."