15. a pearl-handled brush

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"Isn't that your brush, your majesty?"

"It is, but then, it is not every day one grooms a unicorn, is it?" I asked.

"No."

"May I have some privacy?"

"Of course, your majesty."

Looking at the magnificent creature in front of me I was reminded of how much I liked animals.  What a calming influence they had on me.  I had kept a fair menagerie over the years, but I had no idea what to do with her.  I moved slowly in her direction and said, "Can I brush you?"

She whickered and I started combing her mane, humming softly.




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