A Unicorn

You frown. 

"Unicorns don't exis-"

"SHHH!" The Tweedles hiss at you loudly. 

"Don't say that!" Tweedle One, who you've noticed has eyes of a slightly different shade of green to Tweedle Two, exclaims.

"Why not?" You demand.

"Every time you say they don't exist, one dies," Tweedle Two informs you.

"No, that's fairies. And it's also plagiarism of Peter Pan," You tell them, adding as an afterthought, "And to be quite honest, I've had enough of these Disney related happenings."

The Tweedles gasp as if you've just done something extremely bad, or hurt them, or insulted them, or something like that.

"But, Alice..." Tweedle One looks as if he's about to cry.

"You were so close..." Tweedle Two sounds as if he's about to cry.

They step apart, to reveal:

Drumroll. Dun dunna dun dun dun DUUUUUUUNNNN!

Your bed! Looking warm and cosy and just right to sleep in.

(Amidst an explosion of completely harmless fireworks).

"We told you so," the Tweedles whisper as they fade away. 

Your bed disappears in a puff of smoke.

You blink.

Then, you...

The End

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