Dean, Dean, Dean. Just wait and see. Don't go skipping to the end of the story - it takes all the fun out of life. She sits herself on his bed with no invitation, ignoring the protests of her still healing body.

Don't be so suspicious. It's only a story. Or is it?

"The little unicorn loved his new friends. He frolicked with them in the fields of tall grass. They did everything together. But in the deep, dark forest things were stirring."

She leans over to steal a couple of his chips. What? Story time is hard work! "The horses and the forest folk wanted the fields of tall grass for themselves. And they wanted the moose and the squirrel to help them. The little unicorn was scared. He didn't want his special friends to get hurt. He didn't want the forest folk and the horses to fight."

Okay, story time is really hard. "The fighting happened. It was inevitable. The moose was lost in the forest. The squirrel found another squirrel to share his nuts with and the little unicorn went back with all the horses and the ponies. But the horses and the ponies weren't playing nice. The little unicorn didn't like it. He wanted to ask his friend squirrel to help, but he couldn't. And so, along came a snake who offered to help the unicorn."