When the water turned solid he knew things were getting weird. Elongated raindrops hung from the branches like stretched taffy. He wondered if they might taste sweet. The air itself crystallised out and dropped in blue-white chunks from the sky, shattering musically on the ground.
So, it wasn’t really a surprise when a unicorn stepped into the clearing.
“Hello unicorn” he said.
“Hello man,” the beast replied.
“You’re having an episode.”
“Oh, okay. I hope it doesn’t stop. It’s pretty.”
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