© Ayr/Gray

‘Come on, we can have a race between ourselves, it will be fun.’
‘Definitely, especially since our mountain bikes are best in the woods and the hilly bits.’

The two boys looked back to see the end of their village.
‘Now we are in the proper country – rolling hills and streams.’
‘It’s not too far, but far enough.’
‘Shall we go?’

They looked to each other and grinned.
‘Now it’s time to race.’
‘On your marks, set and… go!’

They went up and down and around, over a couple of streams – they were rather wet and muddy, but who minded? They were biking fast as they were riding neck and neck. Then they came to a huge oak tree in the middle of the track – one went left, the other went right… both were still neck and neck, even though the trees and bushes were getting denser and higher.

They were almost at the top of the largest hill, but suddenly a little glade opened up. The two boys stopped dead.
They mouths fell open.

And what did they see? Can you guess?
I think they will whisper…

‘We saw a couple of unicorns who darted out, and then disappeared.’
‘Did we see them, or not.’
‘Maybe it was just a double take?’

You decide! 🦄🦄

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