A slice of sun tested the morning, decided that it liked the day and continued to climb the glowing sky. Into a small beam of light, a white shape left a clump of trees and paused. Then, urgently, it careered around and disappeared from sight.
Benny, the unicorn, thundered through thick forest undergrowth, leaping rocks and fallen trees, his hooves striking tiny sparks, to send messages through the dawn. Galloping down gullies as if the very furies were after his neck, his mane and tail streamed behind him like flags flying in the wind.
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At home in the forest, the unicorn herd was nervous. They knew that Benny, the little unicorn, was fleeing for his life.
Trilling urgent messages into the speckled air, Benny’s father, Coraggio, pawed the ground then listened.
‘Run,’ he urged the herd, ‘run and do not stop until we find Benny.’
In a wave of glittering white light, the unicorns grouped together and clattered with unusual noise and haste to find the missing one.
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