Soft, moisture-filled clouds glided across the sky. The frozen rain hidden in their folds glistened like tiny cut diamonds. As one cloud passed part of the heavens, it heard the jolly sounds of funfair music: tinny major notes with an upbeat tempo.
A pale blue unicorn with a straight deep bronze horn trotted across the sky into the fairground, which was full of rides and sweet-smelling stalls suitable for their species. She watched a pink unicorn selling fluffy bundles of candyfloss; the sight was so scrumptious and it made being alive great.
The unicorns call our world to enjoy life.