Observations from my weekly wanderings, usually in Northern
Virginia (NOVA).
So, I saw a unicorn this week. There was nothing
extraordinary about it – other than – ya know – it was a UNICORN! He looked sad
though. I’m pretty sure it was because he had no name.
As you probably know, unicorns do not have names, indeed
MUST NOT be named. If they are given a name, it causes them inner conflict in
terms of self-awareness. For instance, if you name a unicorn Larry, he would
become obsessed with pondering the essence of being Larry. For reasons we don’t
entirely understand, all this introspection causes unicorns to become
sedentary, and subsequently obese. And of course, obese unicorns lose their
horn, and they end up looking like a fat horse.
So, if you ever see a fat horse, you have to wonder – could
that be Larry the unicorn?
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That would be the existential ballad Horse with no Name by the band America, who incidentally also had a song The Last Unicorn.
ReplyDeleteI'll be on the lookout for fat horses now :-)
ReplyDeleteLol. And now every time I see a fat horse I'll wonder if it was a unicorn.
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