An astonishing 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.