The unicorn occasionally visits Sarah in her garden [under a shining moon]. Whispers: tell me of your dreams. Your fretful moments. Speak truly, so I might soften one burden.

Restore peace to my quarrelling parents? Sarah muses.

Straighten friend Abby’s deformed foot?

Sarah broods, under the stubborn weight of fairness.

Gary Thomson [hesitantly] believes in unicorns.