Wilma Birthday Unicorn - The Best Fable about Unicorn
Wilma was busy scampering around her room as she nudged herself, trying to wonder as to what will be the presents that she would be receiving the next day. She could not sleep because her birthday was only a few hours away and she was wholeheartedly expecting gifts to flow in from midnight itself. Children have strange desires and very innocent ones too. She waited for too long, but just before it was twelve, she dozed off merrily on her soft cushion bed. Her brother, Eric slowly crept into the room, placed a box beside her bed, and stepped out of the room stealthily.
One would think that Wilma was asleep, but in reality, she had just begun her journey to a different world.
Wilma stepped out of her golden boat, floating on the shimmering water – and in front of her, she could see the gleaming sun. However, the sun was not burning – it gleamed, but with a certain heavenliness about it. Pale yellow – almost fading away – that soothed the eyes, welcomed Wilma. As her feet touched the water, sparkling little fairies covered her face and ushered her into a beautiful little water palace. A little fairy dressed in pink held Wilma`s hand and led her to a special chamber – where Wilma could see a beautiful creature playing around in the water. Its pale golden, copper-like fur glittered in the dancing waters – its huge wings in pure golden fluttered happily – and its tail that flowed into a million threads of gold – danced in rhythm too. The single horn on the creature`s head shone as if it were a piece of the sun itself! Wilma was stunned to see such breathtaking beauty in front of her eyes. She softly whispered of herself, “I can`t believe that this is a unicorn!”
The creature turned towards Wilma, took a gentle stride, and bent down near her feet. The unicorn squashed its face into the water and sat still. Wilma sat on her knees, into the water – and touched the unicorn`s face, its mane and said – “Good Lord, you are gorgeous!”
“I know. Thank you. The word is handsome, by the way.”
Wilma was out of her wits! She could not believe what she heard. She nodded her head violently, trying to convince herself, that it was only a figment of her imagination.
“Hey stop doing that! Your hair is way too fluffy, and it itches my face!”, complained the unicorn, as it stood up.
“What…What..”, Wilma was trying to figure out what to say.
“You don`t like English? Alright, maybe I should try some French? Spanish? No? Okay!”, and the unicorn unfolded its wings and flew across the stately room.
“Hey, hey, wait! Are you not a unicorn?”, Wilma asked.
“Of course I am! Can`t you see, silly little girl!”, it said as it flew more.
“Then how do you talk!”
The unicorn dropped near her again and jabbering his jaws, he said, “See, like this.”
The little fairies began to laugh. Wilma was so confused and sad that he thumped her feet and sat down to cry.
“Okay, little girl! Now don`t cry! It`s your birthday, don`t you see? Alright, so should you like a tour of Fairyland enough o stop you from crying again? Or should I just go..”
“No, wait. I would like it.”, Wilma said, rubbing her tears away.
The unicorn and the fairies with lightning speed carried Wilma across the berry fields, where the berries were made of gems – the many other fantasies that Wilma would never forget. Soon it was time to be back, the fairies told her.
“No..I don`t wish to!”, she said.
“Little girl, you can not sleep forever, can you?”, Said the unicorn smiling.
And before she knew, Wilma found herself sitting straight on her bed.
She wondered if she just had the best birthday dream one could see and smiled to herself. She looked around for gifts and lo! There was a huge blue box with a birthday card on it. She read the card and then quickly undid the wrapping to discover her gift. It was a huge glass ball with water-filled within it – and it had a palace, fairies floating within it – and at the bottom, sitting comfortably, was a Unicorn. Suddenly Wilma noticed the tail flutter and glimmer and she screamed “Mom!”. But when her mother arrived, the fluttering was gone.
Soon after her mom left, Wilma was looking at the glass ball carefully and wondered if porcelain ad life in it. Then suddenly the unicorn winked at her – and she knew, indeed her dream was more than just a dream.
Wilma Birthday Unicorn
Wilma Birthday Unicorn - Wilma was busy scampering around her room as she nudged herself trying to wonder as to what will be the presents that she would be receiving the next day