Unicorn City

My other name is Godfrey. Godfrey Maxmillian IV.

I live in a wallet and out of a gun, if you can figure that out, this isn't a good pun.

Every morning I walk, not to walk, but to stalk.

You may think that's creepy, but you haven't heard the whole story, so sit back and prepare to be sleepy.

A grand sunny morning, I threw off the sheets, and I heard something mourning.

I thought someone's hair had been unrightfully shorn, but what i saw shocked my whole mind, because it was a unicorn.

I quickly ran down to the garden, where i saw the unicorn sitting, but instead i found a note titled "Pardon".

Reading the note very fast, i realized the unicorn was sorry, for waking me up with his mournful blast.

I flipped the note over, hoping there was more explanation, and what i found was more magnificent than the song "Cliffs of Dover".

it was a beautiful map, showing the way to unicorn city!, it was all such a rush i was already due for a nap.

so now every morning, i awake with such anticipation, hoping i hear something anything mourning.

because i have looked and looked, searched and searched, but i have never found anything to keep me hooked.

except a small unicorn hair, that must have fallen from the unicorn's quick flight, and i have been stalking and stalking, looking for it's pair.