Unicorn Myth

In a little cottage lived a girl named Elara. Her cottage was right next to a big, green forest. The trees in the forest were tall, tall, tall. The moss on the ground was soft like a fuzzy blanket. Shhh. If you listen, you can hear the tiny bluebells ring. Ding, ding, ding. Elara's grandmother told her stories about the magic in the forest. She told her all about the Unicorn Myth.

One sunny day, Elara saw a yellow butterfly. Flutter, flutter, flutter. She chased the butterfly into the forest. Deeper and deeper she went. Soon, she found a sunny spot. And what did she see? A beautiful unicorn. The unicorn was white like a fluffy cloud. It had a long, swirly horn on its head. The horn shimmered in the sun. The unicorn looked at Elara with big, kind eyes. It was not scary. It was gentle. The unicorn walked to Elara. It gave her hand a little nudge with its soft, soft nose. Hello, little friend.

Elara felt so happy. She saw something very special. The unicorn walked back into the trees. Goodbye, magical friend. For many, many years, people have told stories about unicorns. The stories remind us to be gentle and good. The unicorn is a sign of kindness and magic. When you see a unicorn in a book or a toy, it helps you think about wonderful things. It reminds you that being kind is the best magic of all.