Boots 19

It was late afternoon, the sun just about to dip into the sea, when Mike turned up. Eric was waiting for him and snatched the brown paper bag before he had time to put a foot on the roof.

“Hey!!! ……. !” Mike made a grab for it but the unicorn bounced out of reach.

“Eric!! Bring it to me!!” ordered Eleanor.

Eric stopped in mid-bounce. He turned, looked at her, then head down, he paced reluctantly back to her.

“Good boy,” said Eleanor, and took the bag. “I hope there’s muffins in here,” she said to Mike. “Oh, good!” she murmured, looking inside. She took out a large blueberry one and offered it to Eric. “Now munch slowly, and you’ll get another one,” she said as the muffin disappeared and cheeks bulged.

Mike was shaking his head. “Must be true, what they say about girls and unicorns.”

“What do you mean?” said Eleanor, settling down on the tiles, her back against the chimney. Eric settled beside her, his eyes on the bag.

Mike sat down on the other side of her. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” She held the bag out to him.

“About ……” Mike hesitated. “How unicorns ….. how girls …… You know unicorns are magical creatures, right?”

“Everyone knows that,” said Eleanor.

“Well, they say only girls like you can control them.”

“Girls like me?”

“You know …… girls* ……”

Eleanor gave him a distracted look then told him about the little boy whose muffin Eric had taken earlier that afternoon.

“How old was the kid?” asked Mike.

“About three, I think.”

“Was there an adult with him?”

“Yes, but she was downstairs. She didn’t see Eric. But the little boy did. I mean, Eric took his muffin!

“Has anyone come up here since?”

Eleanor shook her head.

“Should be okay then. Adults don’t listen to kids. They’d think he was imagining things.”

“Granny’d listen,” murmured Eleanor, and looked into the paper bag.

“And there’s no way the Hell’sBats or the BludnGuts would get to hear of it,” continued Mike.

“How many muffins were in here?” Eleanor asked him.

“Er ….. six?”

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed at Eric. He’d been nosing the bag and every time he did so she’d automatically given him another muffin. “You’ve had four already, Eric,” she said to the unicorn regarding her with a hopeful, expectant look. She handed the bag to Mike.

With nimble grace and speed, Eric changed sides.

Eleanor sniffed. “It’s muffins he likes, not girls!”


part 1


*Myths and Legends speak of this, so it must be true ……

Boots 19

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