unicorn food.

I watch her playing with her father and her unicorn stick horse.  She finds a blue cup on the floor of her room and fills it with purple and blue foam blocks.  Eat, eat, she says, and shoves the unicorns nose into the cup.  She feeds the unicorn a daisy flower and a snowflake. She pats its mane.  Good boy, she says.  The unicorn is pink.

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