I was sleepless last night due to the full moon and its brilliant light which shown thru all windows in the bedroom. I looked out upon the new spring grass in the back yard and to my amazement saw a UNICORN with something in its mouth. It seemed unsettled and pawed the turf in an impatient manner. I strode out into the brilliant blue white light and.... yes you guessed it, it held my copy of the Average Book in its soft velvet like muzzle. I approached it slowly with my hand out held, and as the magnificent beast dropped the tome into my outstretched hand, it shit a quart of Neapolitan ice cream (with sprinkles) and galloped off into the clear moonlit night.