A fairy tale about how a little girl dreams of seeing a unicorn. About a pink pony who became a unicorn. Representation in heraldry

Dedicated to Beatrice, an invisible friend from childhood.

(Turn on the track to which the fairy tale was written to escape into the atmosphere created by the author.)

The white unicorn was looking straight at me. Among the dark trees in the night, his eyes reflected the full moon in two small circles. It became infinitely cozy and good. The unicorn looked out from behind the tree for the last time and rushed away, rushing between the branches, barely touching them.

This meeting gave me happiness forever.

There is only one unicorn on planet Earth. He travels from world to world, from reality to reality, from continent to continent. How he does this, no one knows, but it becomes completely unimportant when you see him a few steps away from you.

He is mesmerizing, you cannot move and bow before his mystical charm. Holding your breath, you try to prolong the blissful moment and are very afraid that now the unicorn will take off and run. And you will never see him again. Only goosebumps will remain sliding across your body.

None of the ordinary people saw him twice. Only once, just once, a simple person can meet a unicorn and remember the meeting for the rest of his life. He was seen by the Prince of Amber - Corwin, his brother Random, a girl saw him, and now she senses any illness in people, he was seen by one woman who, after meeting him, suddenly began to count numbers of incredible length in her head in a few seconds.

And now I saw him.

Every day I dreamed of this fabulous meeting. The image stood in my head, beckoning with a mystery and something completely incomprehensible.

Warm black eyes with bright stars in the pupils, slender legs, graceful figure and proud head carriage. Cautious curiosity and friendliness. An amazing creature in search of something.

For three more days after the meeting, it felt like I was walking in my sleep. Vision deteriorated, what were called eyes began to perceive the world in a silvery haze. It seemed to me that this is how a unicorn sees the world. A look through the light sparkling fog.

Spherical vision appeared gradually. At first it was vague, and then suddenly, as if a master tuner had come, turned the necessary stuck wheels, and a clear image turned on. It was a strange feeling, I felt like a foreigner. But at the same time it was interesting. Unusual, but interesting.

I didn't look, but I saw everything. All! 360 degrees around! I never liked sitting with my back to the door, but now I could see everything that was happening behind me.

And then I met her.

A girl in a white airy dress. It was as if she had just crawled out of bed and ran away without listening to her mother. Long blond hair with a reddish tint. She came up behind me and started making horns at me. Then some more figures. She was fascinated by the wall on which these figures were reflected as a blurry gray spot.

“Come closer to the wall, so the shadow will be clearer,” I said and turned from the table at which I was drawing with crayons.

“Oh,” the girl pulled back and looked at me with big sparkling eyes. She hesitated for a minute, but then relaxed again. – Do you see it already?

— I don’t like clear shadows, blurry ones are better - it gives more imagination. Like with the clouds.

- What is your name?

— Beatrice.

- How long have you been coming to visit me?

“No, not really,” the girl answered. She enthusiastically placed her bare feet on different corners of the pattern on the laminate floor. - Not even a week. My brother asks me.

— Visit some people.

Then she decided to braid her hair. It turned out crooked, and Beatrice carefully remade it, first from the middle, then from somewhere else.

“Let’s braid it,” I suggested, and the girl agreed. - Who is your brother? How does he know me?

- Did you draw this? she asked, pointing to a watercolor drawing of a unicorn pinned to the wall with three needles. Snow-white unicorn by the lake in the moonlight.

- Mmm. Beautiful. It's kind of cold here. When I climb to another level, I’m always freezing. Give me some slippers, please.

I finished the braid, brought soft fluffy slippers in the shape of white hares and threw a blanket over her shoulders.

- Is it made from peaches? – she asked.

I smiled:

The blanket was peach-colored, and the girl thought it was actually made from peaches.

“And I had a blanket made of moonlight.” And from a nutshell,” Beatrice said, settling down on the bed and completely covering herself. She looked like a soft plush ball with bunny slippers. — I liked the light better. And from the shell it pricks, but does not allow the cold to pass through. But the best blanket of stars is when my brother and I are next to each other. Or mom comes and we all sleep together. But that rarely happens. Mostly my brother and I are alone. Let's travel.

- Differently. Actually it doesn't matter. Everywhere there is something for us to do. People are interesting everywhere,” Beatrice again glanced at the drawing of a unicorn on the wall. - They dream about gifts. About miracles. “I sometimes compare us to Santa Claus and his friends,” Beatrice laughed. Her laugh was charming.

I listened so much. Although another would have taken the child’s words as fiction, I was sure that it was all true. Moreover, I didn’t see her before, but now I see her.

“We’re a strange family,” Beatrice continued. – Sometimes I look at human families when I visit them. Moms, dads, daughters - everything is clear there. Everyone is alike. It would be interesting to try. And sometimes I don’t really understand my brother. I don’t see my mother often because my brother and I travel; I rarely understand her at all. But we are together. There's no escape. We are connected. We depend on each other. My brother couldn't do it without me. And I couldn’t do it without him. And mom couldn’t do it without us. And so on.

-What's your brother's name?

— August. I like his name. Very very!

— Was he born in August? – probably a stupid question, but it popped up on its own.

- No... Not really. Although, maybe in August. Here's how to look. Then, probably, this name did not yet exist. Although there may have been a name, only the month was not called that. How could we know?

I'm completely confused.

- How old are you?

Beatrice froze, searching her head for the necessary information to answer. The lights of the chandelier were reflected in her eyes.

“I always didn’t fully understand that this is age.” For people, it’s somehow all… on time. I don’t understand why they need this division. They age so quickly. They count how old they are. Every year, right?

I nodded.

“Weirds,” the girl shrugged. “I don’t remember when my brother and I were born.” More precisely, I remember approximately, but we never counted. It's so boring. And why? After all, it’s good anyway. We live and live. What's the hurry?

"Well, yes. Apparently, you really have nowhere to rush,” I thought.

Beatrice pulled her hand out from under the blanket, pulled out a green apple from the air, gave it to me, then took out a second one and began to gnaw on it, looking at the same drawing.

-Can I take it? You drew it so well, my brother will really like it.

Something hidden was revealed to me. A guess, tantamount to a great secret, but still I needed to make sure that I was wrong.

- So August... your brother is a unicorn?

- Yes. Oh, I forgot that yours is different. I always forget to warn you. And then one day one of them fainted. Although he fell even from my appearance, I just didn’t calculate it. Sometimes people think they want something badly, but they don't need it. So I have to check before and after meetings how people feel.

- Who are your parents?

— Mom is Fly from your constellation Unicorn. But it's called differently there. It's kind of strange. If called. It is on the equator, and my brother and I sometimes wonder in which part we would appear more often if our house were not in the middle, but higher or lower. North or south?

“Yes, on purpose,” I supported, looking at the girl in fascination.

Beatrice was enthusiastically eating a juicy apple, and it was a wonderful moment. Sitting in front of me is the sister of the Unicorn and the daughter of the star Fly.

- Isn’t it great that our house was named so on point? “Constellation Unicorn,” a sly smile appeared on Beatrice’s face.

- Yes, great.

- It's all me. She whispered quietly in the ear of the one who opened us. Otherwise they would have called us some funny name, and then it would not be clear where we came from. It wouldn't be nice. Or they would have given me a number. You love to count everything so much... It’s only a pity that you only recently learned about it. Although it may be that the brother did not want the constellation to be discovered. He’s so shy,” Beatrice smiled warmly, thought about it, looking at the apple core, and then gave it to me. – I love your fruits. We don't have them. We have all sorts of sticks and kisilki. Kisilki are like your barberry candies. I love them very much. When I get home, I can eat a whole plate. But my brother doesn’t like me.

I went to the wall, carefully pulled out the needles and removed the watercolor painting that Beatrice liked so much. She took out a folder from the closet.

- No need for a folder. I really don’t understand why you create so much useless stuff. All these packages, boxes, big and small. Spend all of yourself on them. To then throw it in the trash. I would be sorry for the time.

— It’s nice to receive a gift in a beautiful package. To open and not know what's inside.

“But you’ll find out in a second.” So much work for a couple of seconds?

To some extent, she was right, although she herself loved to wrap gifts, she likes it when they are decorated with feathers and flowers, but that’s our nature - we often give ourselves over to something completely, and then it turns out that it’s in vain.

“Nothing in vain,” Beatrice said suddenly. “I’m talking about something else altogether,” she sounded somehow offended, and I remembered how she talked about the misunderstanding with her mother and brother. - And August will like the drawing anyway. He's probably already expecting something from me. Loves it when we meet artists.

“Maybe that’s why Beatrice and her brother don’t need the packaging - they always know what’s underneath it,” I thought and put the drawing on the bed next to the girl.

- It's time for me. And then I stayed too long.

Beatrice threw back the blanket and busily headed somewhere with a drawing in her hand.

- Wait. Why did you choose me? Why me?

- You wanted it yourself. We don't choose, we only make wishes come true. If they are good. That’s why I say that August and I are like Santa Claus.

I said “thank you”, she waved at me, stepped forward and disappeared into the air.

I probably won't see her again.

It is difficult to imagine a person who has not heard about unicorns at least once in his life. Films, animated series, myths of different nations or fairy tales are filled with references to him.

Everyone imagines a magical fairy who flies on a fabulous unicorn and performs miracles.

How real is it? Where do unicorns live and how to find them?

A unicorn is an animal that looks like a horse, but its forehead is always adorned with a single horn.

It is difficult to confuse him with another.

In different countries, peoples have their own image of unicorns: some ascribe to it wings, some a goat's beard, and some a lion's tail.

• U ancient Persians it was a large three-legged beast with 9 mouths, located in the ocean.
• U e vreev The unicorn seemed to be the size of a mountain.
• U Slavs- a huge horse of honey color with an elegant horn.

A distinctive feature of this creature is its amazing speed, which helps it avoid encounters with hunters or instantly hide from them.

In addition, the unicorn is believed to be incredibly strong.

The diet of unicorns is very unusual, but at the same time simple. They prefer flowers and herbs. They especially love rosehip inflorescences and honey satiety.

Instead of water from lakes, unicorns drink morning dew.

And if in the depths of the forest an animal finds a small, inconspicuous lake and swims there, the water will then become magical and have healing properties.

Historical roots

More than 4 thousand years ago, images of animals resembling unicorns were found in India. And in Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome they long believed in their existence.

But, as it turned out later, the unicorn from the drawings is an antelope with straight horns, depicted in profile, mistakenly taken for a mythical creature.

In the 5th century BC, Ctesias, who served as a physician for 17 years at the Persian court, described an animal vaguely reminiscent of the modern image of unicorns.

They were massive donkeys with one horn on their forehead, red heads and blue eyes. It was believed that whoever drank water from the horn of this unusual creature would never get sick.

It was only thanks to Aristotle that the story of Ctesias gained popularity, as it was mentioned in his book “The History of Animals.”

Unicorn with Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden

The body of a bull, goat and horse - this is how a magical creature was imagined in ancient times. Someone talked about elephant legs and a boar's tail.

It was assumed that the rhinoceros became the prototype of unicorns due to its obvious external resemblance and the presence of a single horn on its head.

These creatures are associated with the goddess Artemis.

And Jews believe that the unicorn followed Adam and Eve when they were expelled from Paradise.

The unicorn came to Europe thanks to Julius Caesar.

The Notes on the Gallic War describes a deer with an unusual horn that lived in the forests of the Black Forest.

Before this, it was believed that they lived only in the West.

The miraculous properties of the horn

The horn, from which the animal got its name, was considered magical and had miraculous properties.

Powder from the horn helped with various diseases: fever, epilepsy, fever, black sickness and snake bites.

People believed that it was able to prolong youth, have a beneficial effect on potency and remove damage.

Staves, scepters and magic cups were made from the horn, which magically detected poison in drinks and food.

The unicorn horn was incredibly valuable and was only purchased by the very wealthy. But, often, instead of the desired horn, people purchased fakes. It could be a narwhal tusk from Norway or Denmark, a rhinoceros horn or a mammoth tusk.

Unicorn Symbolism

There are many varieties of unicorns: European gray unicorns, British silver unicorns, Indian golden ones, rainbow ones, black ones and mirror ones. But the classic image is considered to be a white horse, with a spiral-shaped horn and a thick mane.

Some attribute to unicorns wings similar to birds, only much larger in size.

It is not for nothing that he is depicted as snow-white. The fact is that at all times the unicorn was considered a symbol of purity, purity and chastity.

This is explained by the fact that the animals had a violent temperament and did not allow themselves to be tamed.

They could kill anyone who came their way.

Only a virgin girl was able to cope with him.

If the unicorn met her, then he could instantly calm down and go to sleep next to her.

Christians associated this mythical creature with the Virgin Mary, the Annunciation and the Incarnation in different eras. And his horn was considered the weapon of a believer in Christ and united the power and unity of the Father and the Son.

The unicorn was considered a symbol of mercury by alchemists. Because of its miraculous ability to detect poisons, it was for some time the symbol of pharmacies, placed above the entrance as an emblem.

In the Moscow state it symbolized book learning, and the image of unicorns was placed on the facade of the Printing House.

Among the ancient Chinese, the unicorn combined masculine and feminine principles. His appearance foreshadowed the birth or death of a sage, as well as future wars in the country.

Representation in heraldry

The symbolism of the mythical creature is so diverse that its image was placed on flags, shields, coins and coats of arms. Each interpreted the image of the magical creature in their own way, using it in different areas.

In heraldry, the unicorn is a symbol of caution and forethought, prudence and rigor. They depicted him with a crown, but not on his head, but on his neck. Placed on the coat of arms of a medieval knight, the unicorn conveyed that courage would defeat any enemy, just as a miraculous horn defeats poison.

Since previously the unicorn had always been considered a symbol of purity and innocence, it was assumed that its image should not be placed on a helmet or shield, since the image of innocence would be tarnished.

By the beginning of the 16th century, being a heraldic symbol, the unicorn began to be increasingly used in coats of arms. It was often combined with other animals, such as an eagle or a lion. Although at one time the lion was considered the main opponent of unicorns.

Coat of arms of the city of Lysva, Perm region, Russia

John III began the tradition of placing the image of a mythical creature on gold coins, which only ceased with the reign of Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich.

Ivan the Terrible placed a drawing of unicorns on a double-sided state seal, which was used only for personal correspondence.

The Russian nobility also fell in love with this symbol, placing it on their family coats of arms.

Until now, the unicorn is present on the coats of arms of some cities: Lysva in Russia, Saint-Lo in France, Lisnitz in the Czech Republic, Vishtynets and Merkin in Lithuania, Ramos in Switzerland, Eger in Hungary, Schwäbisch Gmünd and Giengen an der Brenz in Germany.

The birth of a "unicorn"

Currently, the unicorn is considered an absolutely mythical creature, since its existence has not been confirmed. And only with the help of surgery was it possible to obtain a one-horned animal.

A biologist from the University of Maine was able to transplant horny growths into the center of the forehead of a newborn calf, as a result of which, over time, the animal developed a single horn.

However, in Tuscany in 2008, a small roe deer was found with a horn growing in the middle of its forehead. He was transported to a conservation center, where he still lives.

Despite their mythical nature, unicorns have become very popular. Their image was used in books, films, and animated series. Artists depicted him in their paintings, introducing some symbolism into the plot.

And to this day, the unicorn appears in children's cartoons or in the form of numerous toys.

And even now, when the speed of modern life has reached its maximum, it is so important to find 15 minutes before bed to read fairy tales for children. This is a universal children's language, through which a child learns to distinguish between good and evil, learns more about our world and identifies himself with positive characters, adopting their good manners.

Especially for you, we have prepared three fairy tales for children about our heroes - the Bunny, the Unicorn and the Flamingo. In each of them, the baby will have an exciting journey into a magical world, in which goodness and love always win.

Make the family tradition of reading bedtime stories more interesting and exciting with the characters on APERO blankets! Discussing and inventing new stories about heroes develops your child’s logic and speech!

Fairy tales for children. No. 1

Timid FLAMINGO

Hidden in the deep thickets of the tropical forest is a small, but very cozy pond. It was decorated with huge multi-colored lilies, and it was incredibly fabulous! This is where a flock of pink flamingos settled. The birds loved to stroll importantly among the wonderful lilies, suddenly freezing like statues, standing on one paw. And when the sun's rays penetrated the thickets and warmed them, the flamingos, spreading their pink wings, began to dance joyfully! It was an amazing sight! Life in the pack went on as usual. The birds gathered together and happily chirped to each other, preened their feathers and played.

Only one Flamingo, hiding in the dense thickets, always remained aloof. He was very handsome, but very sad. He always embarrassedly hid his beak in his feathers and did not talk to anyone. The birds called him to play and dance with them, but he always refused.

One day one cheerful Flamingo flew to him in the thickets and asked:

- Why are you always so sad and don’t play with anyone?

Without speaking, he turned away from him. But the Jolly Flamingo continued again:

“Don’t you really want to jump, fly, and have fun with everyone else?”

“I... want to, but I’m very shy,” Flamingo whispered timidly, “and also... I don’t know how to dance at all.” It seems to me that I won’t succeed, and everyone will laugh at me and no one will want to be friends with me.

The cheerful Flamingo was so happy that he finally spoke to him, and cried out joyfully:

- It's not scary! You just need to try and you will succeed! I will help you! Want?

The flamingo turned completely pink from embarrassment. But suddenly he raised his head and said decisively:

- Then follow me!

He quickly took off and flew into the distance, and our Flamingo hesitated for a long time, looking after him, but then he also flapped his wings and flew after him.

At this time, on the evening pond, illuminated by the bright rays of the sunset, a flock of pink flamingos danced their graceful minuet.

The timid Flamingo's heart sank at the sight of them. But his assistant was already extending his wing, showing every movement. Looking at him carefully, the modest Flamingo raised his wings more and more confidently, and his paws obediently hovered above the water.

- I am dancing! — he thought, “I can do it!” How wonderful this is!

After some time, he was already spinning easily and gracefully in the dance, now and then taking off and soaring in the sky with happiness.

A flock of flamingos looked at him in admiration, applauding and rejoicing that he was now dancing with them.

Some asked in surprise:

- Who managed to pull this timid Flamingo out of his thickets?

And he thanked his assistant and new friend:

- Thank you for helping me overcome embarrassment and fear and believe that I am a Flamingo and can dance!

It can be difficult for each of us to believe in our strengths and talent. And how nice it is when there is someone who helps you take the first step!

Fairy tales for children. No. 2

Magical UNICORN.

In a bright sunny forest lived an unusual animal - a Unicorn. His fur was white-white, his mane was multi-colored, his legs were strong and fast, and he had a horn on his head. This animal had magical powers - the Unicorn could make your deepest wishes come true! Residents of the surrounding villages did not believe that he could really make his dreams come true, until a brother and sister, the children of a blacksmith, looked into the forest...

On this day, the children went into the forest to pick some berries for their mother's pie. Putting a berry in a basket, everyone thought about their own: the boy dreamed of becoming an acrobat and traveling all over the country with the circus, giving colorful performances, and the girl was worried that she was ugly and would never be happy.

And now, the basket is almost assembled, it’s time to get ready to go home.

- Do you know that in this forest there lives a magical Unicorn who makes wishes come true? - asked the girl.

- These are all fairy tales! - the boy answered, - Unicorns do not exist! And even ones that can make wishes come true! Here look! - and the boy shouted loudly, - UNICORN!

And suddenly he came out of the thicket - a fabulous fulfiller of all desires! The brother and sister froze in surprise, allowing the Unicorn to speak to them first.

- Hello children. Did you call me? Do you know that I help people make their wishes come true? What is your deepest dream?

The boy started first:

“I dream of becoming an acrobat and traveling with the circus to cities and villages, but I’m not fit for that.” I can't even climb this lopsided tree! What can we say about tricks...

- And I want to become beautiful! So that I have a lot of friends! To become the happiest in the world!

The unicorn was silent for a while, and then answered:

“I will help you with this,” he turned to the boy, “I will fulfill your wish, but you will have to help me a little.” Promise that from this day on you will constantly train despite failures. This is the only way I can make your dream come true! - now the Unicorn turned to the girl, - I can make your wish come true! But you will also need to help me. You will have to greet everyone you meet during the day, say “thank you” and “please”. When YOU see someone in need of help, help, and if YOU meet someone who needs to be taken care of, do it.

The boy and girl vowed to follow all instructions and joyfully ran home, confident that the Unicorn would make their dreams come true.

Years passed. The boy trained hard and became a real acrobat. The girl was so kind to everyone around her that she made friends from all over the area who loved her. And so, many years later, brother and sister met again in their old home, remembering the one who fulfilled their dreams. They immediately went into the forest to say “thank you” to the Unicorn!

The unicorn, emerging from the thicket, seemed not to have changed at all over the years. He happily met his old acquaintances and responded to their words of gratitude:

- Children, it’s not I who made your dreams come true, but you yourself! You worked towards your goal every day and eventually achieved it! I just gave you faith in yourself! Now, when you return home, don’t forget to encourage your friends and tell them that everything will work out! Neither you nor I have the power to make wishes come true, but we have the limitless power to help others believe in themselves!

Fairy tales for children. No. 3

A Bunny who was looking for happiness.

In one city there lived a little bunny. One day he went on a trip. He wanted to conquer a high mountain, because according to legend, there was happiness at the top of this mountain. He knew that on the way he would come across various obstacles that would lead him astray.

Day and night the hare walked forward. He climbed one step after another. Neither the sun, nor the rain, nor the wind could stop him. One day he came across a little squirrel on his way.

Why are you going to the mountain? - he asked.

There is my happiness. - answered the hare.

Why do you think so? – the little squirrel asked in surprise.

That's what everyone says. Happiness is at the top there.

I'll tell you honestly. There is no happiness there.

Where is it?

It is always with you. – the little squirrel answered joyfully.

Really? What nonsense! Happiness cannot be here - in the middle of the mountain. It can only be at the top. And you distract me with your conversations.

The hare turned around and continued on its way. He climbed higher and higher. It was getting harder and harder to climb, but he still continued on his way. And finally Bunny reached the top. How happy he was! He began to look for happiness, looked under every stone, dug in the ground, looked around, but at the top it was very lonely and empty. Only the wind flew so high. Silence and emptiness. Is this really happiness? Loneliness on a mountain top? The hare thought it looked different. And somewhere below he saw a baby squirrel, basking in the sun and unaware of real happiness on the top of the mountain. And suddenly Bunny incredibly wanted to go downstairs, lie down on the soft grass and just bask in the sun. So he did. When it was time to go home, Belchonok asked:

- Now do you understand that true happiness has always been with you?

The bunny did not answer, but his eyes shone with happiness.

Among the trunks of pines, giant cedars and small fir trees, a very strange animal wandered. The body, round as a barrel, rolled from side to side, walking on thin legs. Local residents, hares, squirrels, hedgehogs, nutcrackers, crows, chipmunks and foxes, at first simply looked at the strange beast. Some sneaking around in the bushes, and some from branch to branch. The lush bangs hid the guest’s eyes and he did not see anyone around, and his even bushier tail dragged behind him, clinging to all the bushes.

- Hey, you! - the hares shouted, - Why the hell did you come to our forest? Are you scaring my little bunnies?
- Am I scary? – the little horse asked, raising her head.
“No one here has ever worn a skin this color!” – the fox said, jumping out onto a stump, “Here in the whole forest I’m the only fashionista, and you want to beat me up?”
- What color is my skin? – the foal asked justifiably, “it’s not my fault that she’s like this.”
“Yes, it’s as pink as a hare’s nose,” the hedgehogs laughed.
- Fear, fear! – a crow croaked on the tree.
- Well, so what if it’s pink! That's why no one else has one like this!
“You should get away from here,” an owl hooted from the cedar tree, “your appearance doesn’t bode well for you here.” You don't seem to be scary, but you're kind of awkward.
- When I grow up I will become a stallion!
“Just let you not grow up here,” the owl calmly answered, “but until you grow up, you should be called a pink pony, not a foal.” Yes, most likely you will remain a little pony, because ponies don’t grow.
- I'm not a pony, I'm a foal!

- Why are you pestering the baby!? “I’ll show you now,” and she picked off a pine cone and threw it at the owl, which fluttered from the branch, “Just think, pink, you don’t have such a skin, so you’re jealous!” Come on baby, I'll take you to the watering hole, you're probably thirsty.

In the forest, the pink foal made friends only with a squirrel, which sometimes scared the mockers away from him, and when she was not there, he simply ran away from them, no one could catch up with him - he ran so fast.

Six months passed and the foal grew a little, but looked even more terrible. His skin faded and became pale pink, his legs became even longer and this made him look completely thin. And between the eyes, some kind of tubercle appeared.

“So now you won’t become a stallion with us, but a rhinoceros!” - the grown-up bunnies burst into laughter.
- Or a cow, do you already know how to moo? – the chipmunks chattered at the overflow.
-Where is your beautiful skin? – the fox said sarcastically, “He’s all shabby, they told you there’s no place for you to live here.”
“You should get away from here right now,” the owl hooted, turning her head in search of the squirrel, she was afraid of getting another throw of a cone, but she couldn’t restrain herself and remain silent either, “You see, no good has come out of you, a complete ugliness.”
- Fear, fear! – the crows cawed again.
- Leave me alone! – the foal started running, shouted, “Don’t you have enough to do?” I'm not bothering you and don't bother me! – and disappeared behind the trees.

Another six months passed, but no one made fun of the pink pony. Because he became not a pony at all and not even a foal. And he turned into an unprecedented beauty, a luxurious white stallion. So foldable and harmonious that no one had ever seen anything like it before. Only one thing bothered him, the horn that grew right on his forehead. He tried to look at him, bringing his eyes to the center and causing furious fits of laughter from the squirrel, his only friend in this forest. Everyone else stopped laughing at him and just whispered quietly in the bushes.

- He really did!
- What a terrible horn! Just look at him and you'll be hooked.

But he didn’t want to get anyone on his horn, because he was not evil by nature. But he also had no desire to be friends with forest animals.

Time passed and every day, the stallion with a horn on his head became more and more beautiful. It even got to the point that he was invited to star in various films in Hollywood. It turned out that he is actually a unicorn and that the film industry is experiencing an acute shortage of such personnel. It just became in great demand. He rode little princesses on the clouds, served as a faithful steed for the leader of the elves, saving him from a horde of orcs. One day they even attached wings to him and he played the most important role in his life - a flying unicorn. And he forgot all his offenders. He remembered only his only friend in that forest and took pains to find a place for the crazy squirrel. She got a job playing in some cartoon about ocean inhabitants. In general, they were also slightly touched by their intelligence, so she found herself an ideal place.

That's where our story ends. If you saw a moral in this story, then please, if not, then I think while away 10 minutes with a very interesting read.

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