sight stood by the bank of the river. Cuenta couldn't believe it, but
she remained still, refraining herself from disturbing the tranquil
one-horned horse. Hiding among the trees and bushes, she watched as
the mythical creature lapped her tongue on the crystal clear water.
Then a sudden noise of movement and twigs snapping; the peaceful
beast glanced up and alarmingly whinnied. Cuenta held her breath, but
the one-horned horse had already assumed the presence of an intruder
and galloped into the ominous forest. Everything turned quiet for
true beauty vanished before Cuenta's innocent eyes.