We Must Run
Pursue the unicorn, get the horn
We must be quiet now, my wife. I beg of you to hold your tongue. The shore is distant, true, yet I urge you, do be still. No, not even a whisper, please. Your words will skip upon the moonlit lake and surely pierce her ears. Our boldness must be mute, you see? The creature’s made of skittish grain, the stories all agree. Take heed to hush. Your voice will scare her is what I fear. Why take the risk? Why take the chance? I...