Me and my men have traveled for days in this seemingly endless forest, and we haven't found a single trace of The Last Unicorn. Everyone's exhausted, and we've all set up a camp to rest for the night. I left the camp a while ago to smoke, and I sigh while I take in the beauty of the forest, but then I see something in a clearing. I squint my eyes, but then they widen, and I drop my cigarette. It's her. The Last Unicorn. I slowly reach for my rifle, loading a tranquilizer dart and taking aim.
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