As Gracie finished her ice cream, she said, "Gather round, friends. I have a story to tell you."
"YAY! Story time!" they cried in unison.
"Before the galaxy was made," she said, "There was a planet called Unicornia. The unicorns of that land were happy and contented, and no one was ever sad."
"Oh, and by the way, unicorns are NOT old," she told us.
You accidentally blurt out, "YES THEY ARE, 7,000 YEAR OLD-ER!"
Gracie stares at you, stunned. She is seechless because of such a rude remark you just made.
"Ok, she says, banging her hoof together, "As I was saying, we were happily happy. Then a two-legged creature called a human found our land. As more humans came, we found ourselves getting fainter and fainter."
"After awhile, we got so misrable that we wento ut and explored until we found Earth," Gracie commented.
"By the way," she continued. "Unicorns are NOT old."
"WE GET IT!" you scream. "WE GET THE POINT!"
"Ok then," Gracie replied.
"Like I was saying, that is how I am now here on Earth," she concluded.
THE END
