A Purple Unicorn

A Purple Unicorn always kept a helmet that they would sometimes worship. It might have been a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a helmet would be the item that was chosen.

A Purple Unicorn wanted a pen that they would often drop. It should have been a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Unicorn, who considered it was breathtaking. A pen being the chosen thing.

A Purple Unicorn often carried a pencil sharpener to break. This is certainly an odd thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the chosen thing.

A Purple Unicorn desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would occasionally smash. It would be a fairly different operation, to many, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

A Purple Unicorn looked for a bat that they liked to try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be an extraordinary activity, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was spectacular. Strangely, a bat would be the item chosen.

A Purple Unicorn craved for a custard pie that they would sometimes annihilate It would be an astonishing operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the thing to choose.