Today I saw a Einhorn. Which for splendourful sight was it. It gleamed with the ethereal glowing of an angel. There before me was the noblest and that from the mystichen creatures respectably: an amazing white horse, a long knochernes horn nest LED in its brews. The horn was very dangerously looked rifled and, therefore I brought me closer with caution. I lowered never my Binokel, however thus fell I down many marks.
I could not remove my eyes from this creature. I could think of nothing, but much like I its head into my living room to attach wanted. Unfortunately my loud approach alarmed the animal to my presence a bare hundred yards away. It expanded its wings (Einhorns have wings!), in order fully to put on and gehuscht away into the night, completely like a blow.
As I sat condemning clumsy my management shoes, held I my right index finger trained over the cause of my magic Crowwbow. Only one Redwood Crossbowschaubbolzen, which is covered in the tears of a demon, can kill a Einhorn, or therefore they say. I will soon the learn the truth of this.
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