“Hello, Unicorn?”

“Hello? Hello?”

“Unicorn?”

“Horse? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s Horse here.”

“Sorry, Horse, my horn has a tendency to interfere with my phone. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Uh, no, I wouldn’t. I’m just a horse.”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’d rather be a horse. Fitting in, normalcy, blandness.”

“Why did I call you?”

“Probably as a reputation-builder. You want people to know you know a unicorn. I get it.”

“I’m hanging up. You’re worse than Pegasus.”

“Hey, she’s here, too, you wanna talk to her?”

“I’m seriously hanging up now.”

“Pegasus, really unfurl your wings so Horse can hear it over the phone.”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait, Horse, we need to gloat some mo-“