Unicorns

Sorry to be so nerdy, but as Mollie dusts off books in the almost completed library, I am thrilled to rediscover some beloved childhood stories, and to discover new favorites. I remember the story of a sea monster, whose name I have forgotten, but it was in a series called Serendipity. I actually laughed when Mollie pulled out a few more stories of the unique animals. I have read the story of the giraffe who was too tall to play with the elephants, who was the only giraffe in the whole plain, I read the story of the seal who wasn’t like the other sea creatures. I know the story of the three unicorns.

Labek, Mori, and Ria- three unicorns in a forest of zebra. What do you do with unicorns? Are they valuable? Are they freaks of nature? Do you show them off or hide them away? Do you capture them and limit their movement or let them remain free in the forest? They don’t look like zebra, so they must not be a real. They don’t sound like zebra, so they must not be communicating properly. How do you protect your heard of zebra with three unknowns out there? How do you keep homeostasis when there is not homogeny? The unicorns do things differently than the zebras do. That is scary.

Well written child hood stories often contain valuable life lessons. Cleverly portrayed with beautiful imagery, details such as the delicate eyelashes on a baby giraffe capture the attention of children. Perhaps not every child recognizes the meaning in the story being told, but I am an example of a child who remembers the stories and recognizes the lessons later in life.

I take solace in that knowledge; even if I fail to comprehend the lesson in the story while it is unfolding, one day, one time, the lesson will be understood.