It was on Monday that I first saw the unicorn in my garden.

I noticed that he had to eat leaves from the trees.

If he bent his head to the grass his spiral horn would stick in the ground.

I started to feel sorry for the unicorn. He seemed lonely.

I realised I was in love with the unicorn.

He was so beautiful.

The unicorn and I talked for the first time.

He was so gentle and he understood me perfectly.

The unicorn told me he loved me.

He said he had never heard anything as beautiful as my sweet poems.

My unicorn and I decided to get married.

But when he rushed to embrace me, he stabbed me in my heart.

If you see my unicorn, tell him that I love him.

You’ll know him by the blood on his spiral horn.