The Unicorn Problem
Really kid, are you sure you want me to give you a unicorn? They aren't as great as you think they are. They're quite dangerous really and... UNICORN, UNICORN, UNICORN! I want a sparkly, pink unicorn. "And then," I said, "in a matter of minutes there was little kid blood everywhere." My boss did not look up from his paperwork. "I just, I think it would be better if I could be assigned a different object to inhabit. You know, not a shiny pink unicorn statue. Something more ominous like a bent and twisted pewter candelabra or a even something boring like a lichen covered stone." "What's wrong with your current object?" "I just told you. It's getting kids killed. All these little girls, they see my statue and instantly have 'unicorn,' on the brain, and when they pick me up, that's the only thing they wish for." "We're in the business of wish granting, McClaighleigh, not saving ...