Once upon a time there was a tiny unicorn called Bernie. He lived with lots of race horses and always wanted to race. Nobody would let him because they thought his horn looked stupid. None of them knew anything about unicorns as they'd never seen anything like it before.

 

One day the  owner of all the horses read an old book with a chapter about unicorns. He then realised Bernie wasn't just a horse with a weird pointy thing poking out of his head. The book said that if a unicorn uses up lots of their magic it can go really fast. So he entered Bernie in to the Grand National. Bernie was very happy to  hear this news and he jumped for joy. He got stuck in the ceiling for 3  hours but when the owner got him down they started training promptly.

 

The  day came for the big race and Bernie was very excited as he lined up at  the starting line. The race began and before you could say kungo maschpiznitz he was already at the finishing line. Bernie had won the  race. Bernie's owner collected the winnings then he took Bernie round behind  the stables, shot him and sold his horn for loads of money to a black market dealer. Bernie's owner lived happily ever after.