My girls, lately, have been unicorns nearly round the clock. Not the soccer-playing kind of unicorns--that's only for an hour on Saturdays. No, these are magical, whinnying-and-going-around-on-all-fours kind of unicorns.



But don't let that trick you into thinking that just because they are beautiful, they are weak. Oh, no. The unicorns that live at our house are formidable. They have *powers*. I don't quite know what their powers entail. They have not been fully explained to me. But these magical abilities, whatever they may be, are mighty enough that the word *powers* must be spoken in an intense, thrilling kind of voice.

My unicorns are also carnivorous. Sometimes, the unicorns do their slaying of enemies themselves, presumably slaughtering their fellow creatures either with their horns or with their *powers*. Other times, Lucy takes a break from being a unicorn and becomes a bear, who lives with the unicorns, protects them, hunts for them, and brings back meat for the unicorns to devour. Also animal skins for them to wear.

I'm telling you, these are some freaky unicorns. Capricious, raw-meat-eating, leather-wearing, bear-owning, mythological creatures, capable of murder by means of mysterious *powers,* are living in my house.

Sometimes, they come into my room at night and just stand by the side of my bed, staring at me until I wake up.

Do you think perhaps I ought to be afraid?