Beau had found a stick that was long enough to ride around upon the park like what appeared to be a horse. Oh us common folk would assume it was a horse, oh no, not Beau. This girls imagination would never waste time with a real creature. Here is a little glimpse into the mind of this little girl...
Our neighbor Jon: "Whatcha riding there Beau? A horse?"
Beau: "ugh, no. This is my unicorn Alestia, and see she has a beautiful pink legs with purple shoes, and see her hair is shimmery, like glittery, like the sun, like a silver purple crayon, and she loves when I ride her around for her exercise because she has a lots of energy, because she eats a lots of foods like for energy, so I have a to ride her so she doesn't get too much energy in the house, because energy is for outside the house, and for like I have energy to go to crossfit, because I eat lots of good foods or energy like I ride Alestia.
(notice the lack of periods, this was intentional. She said the whole things as one long sentence)
Beau: "Yeah, she is pink."
Jon: "Does she have wings?"
Beau: "Absolutely not."
Jon: "Can she blow out fire like a dragon?"
Beau: "Absolutely not. She is not a dragon, shes Alestia, and shes a UNICORN. Not a dragon"
Jon: "I bet your daddy would like it if she was a flying dragon"
Beau: "Well...he likes her alright. But he cant ask me because hes at the daddy store."
Jon: "What's at the daddy store?"
And without another word she rides off on Alestia.
This girl needs to create something for a living. She is never happier as when her mind is engrossed in the ingenious world of her imagination.
If left to her devises, she will move mountains some day. I just know it.