I Believe in Unicorns
Singing to Mrs. Pettigrew: Stories and Essays from a Writing Life
In a small English town there was a library. In the library was a wooden unicorn. Sitting on the unicorn was the unicorn lady reading stories to children. But then the war and the bombs and the library was set ablaze. The unicorn lady dragged the unicorn out, then orchestrated the rescue of the books. While sitting upon the unicorn, our storyteller predicted they would rebuild the library ... and they did. In a small English town is a library, in the library is a wooden Unicorn ...