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The Blue Unicorn: An Allegorical Tale
By Lynn LeFey
Once upon a time (as is often the beginning of such tales),
there was born to a mare a beautiful young foal. Like the
other foals, it climbed on wobbly legs, and eventually ran
through the green pastures where it lived.
This young horse was unremarkable, except for its blue
mane. Often the others would comment about this unusual
trait, sometimes playfully, sometimes in a mean way. As the
young colt grew, the blue coloring slowly took over the
white of the tail, and the tufts of fur around its ankles.
Worse still, a small bump showed on this maturing colt's
forehead. The colt hid the small horn every way it could,
and felt ashamed of it. None of the other colts had a horn.
It was hard enough to be accepted with a blue mane, let
alone a horn. As the colt grew, the blue finally crept over
the entire coat, and the horn had grown so long that the
mane could no longer hide it.
Its friends teased the poor creature.
'What manner of beast are you? No horse or mule looks like
you. You have one horn, not even like a cow or goat. And no
creature on four legs is blue!'
The teasing and taunting hurt the poor colt, and in its
loneliness, it wandered from the meadow into the deep
woods, hoping only to hide.
Deep in the wood, it came to an ancient oak. There it lay
in the leaves and cried. The old oak looked down and took
pity. Trees don't usually bother talking to the walking
creatures, but today it would make an exception.
'What troubles you, young Unicorn?' The tree started. The
colt looked up in amazement.
'I am not loved or wanted. I am a blue horse, and I don't
fit in.' sobbed the colt.
'Nonsense,' said the tree, 'You are a Unicorn, and the
meadow where you belong can be seen by my highest leaves,
just over there.' The tree pointed a branch through the
wood.
Quickly, the colt sprang through the woods into the
clearing of sweet grass. There in the meadow were others
like it. Unicorns, some red, some yellow, some green, and
all with horns.
The colt galloped in and was soon greeted and played
merrily with the others. There it grew, a beard sprouting
from its chin and its horn growing long and spiraling
majestically.
One day, on the edge of the clearing the old unicorn saw a
shy colt, white as snow, with great eagle's wings folded at
its side, nervously waiting to see if it would be accepted.
The other unicorns watched it and murmured. Several teased.
'What manner of beast are you? You are like a horse, but
have wings. You have no horn like us, and no creature on
four legs can fly.'
With this the poor sad colt turned and ran back into the
woods. The old blue Unicorn followed, but could not find
the colt. Finally, under the shade of the great ancient
oak, the Unicorn found the strange winged creature.
The oak again looked down on them.
'What troubles you, young Pegasus?' asked the Oak.
'I am not loved or wanted. I am a winged horse, and I don't
fit in.' sobbed the colt.
'Nonsense,' said the tree, 'You are a Pegasus, and the
meadow where you belong can be seen by my highest leaves,
just over there.' And again, the tree pointed its mighty
branch.
'But there are no others like me there, only Unicorns.'
cried the colt.
Finally the blue unicorn spoke.
'Mighty oak, I have been in that meadow for many years, and
I have never seen such a thing as a winged horse. I thought
the meadow was for Unicorns.'
The oak looked down sadly. 'You were born of horses, but
are not a horse. What are you then? This colt was born of
horses, but is not a horse. Are you two not the same? I
remember you coming to me, and crying, having no place
where you fit in. You have been here many moons, but I have
been here for four hundred winters. I have seen many colts
that need a home. Some have wings. Some have horns. There
are other kinds too. That meadow is where they belong.'
The blue Unicorn understood. It took the winged colt with
it back to the meadow, and standing on top of the hill, it
told the others what the ancient oak had said. Soon, the
young Pegasus was swooping merrily across the meadow and
playing with the young Unicorns.
Years passed, and the blue Unicorn grew old and wise. Its
blue coat fading almost too white and its beard growing
long. It had seen many Unicorns and Pegasi in its days. It
was in the wood, visiting the ancient oak when a curious
creature approached. It looked like a brown horse with the
upper body of a man where the head should be.
'What troubles you young Centaur?' asked the unicorn.
'I am not loved or wanted. I am neither horse nor man, and
I don't fit in.' sobbed the creature.
'Nonsense,' said the Unicorn, 'you are a Centaur, and the
meadow where you belong is just over there.' The unicorn
pointed its horn through the wood to the meadow beyond.
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