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1. 1 year ago

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   Tuxedo Unicorn

   We asked our copywriter intern Lindsay Gustar to write us a story. This is what we sent Lindsay:

   “Lindsay, please write a story about a unicorn who likes wearing tuxedos but can’t find any formal events to attend. The unicorn also should meet a monotone rainbow named Corey. They should have an adventure.
    
   It should also include:

   • a hummingbird that hides in people’s hair.
   • Archbishop Desmond Tutu
   • And lots of fresh vegetables throughout the entire story.

   It should take place in an alternate timeline where the English language is different so your story should contain some words that don’t exist in our English language.

   Thank you.”

   Here is the crazy creative story she wrote for us. Note the excellent integration of fresh vegetables into her tale.

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   “Crash, Boom, BANG!” That was the sound that came from Dale The Unicorn’s closet as he searched for his favourite tuxedo.
   
   “Blast!” Dale said to himself aloud, “where is that fiddle-dee-diddled thing?” I would like very much to wear it to this evening’s fresh artichoke fundraiser. Green delicious artichokes are the BEST VEGETABLE IN ALL THE LAND, and I want to show them my support tonight by looking my best.”
   
   Dale searched for five Greenwich meantime minutes, which in unicorn time equates to roughly 9 days.
   
   Dale stopped searching, took a bite of a juicy red pepper, and prayed to Archbishop Desmond Tutu to help him find his favourite formal wear.
   
   Desmond Tutu, who was sitting on a heater at a black jack table in New Orleans, heard Dale’s prayers and teleportaled his friend Janet to Dale’s condo-loft in Beijing.
   
   “Hey Jan”, said Dale, “may I offer you a scrumptious celery stalk? They are so tasty you would never know they are 90% water.”
   
   “No thanks Dale, I just ate,” said Janet. “I’m here to tell you where your favourite tuxedo is because I know how much you love wearing it. Your tuxedo is in Harlem with a Bee Keeper named Leroy. They call him ‘Bad Bad Leroy Bee, the Baddest insect you ever did see.’ You left your suit there after a rousing 3-day game of Chinese Checkers. You spilled some tomato juice on it so you took it off to wash it. You were in such a state after you lost the game and all of the red onions you wagered that you forgot to collect the suit before you left. Leroy got scared and refused to remind you to take your suit when your magic unicorn tears started to spill and you went on a ludicrous broccoli binge. You were so chalk-full of antioxidants that you flew home to China in 5 minutes against a tailspin.”
   
   “Thanks Janet”, said Dale. He packed some lettuce into his backpack and started out for Harlem.
   
   The only way to get to Harlem in 13078 A.D. is to find a rainbow who likes you and is willing to let you travel on one of his spectrum phalanges. This is a problem for Dale, because despite being perfectly personable, he had managed to build up quite an objectionable reputation with several rainbows. He is not quite sure how it happened, but it was overheard by one of his Humicorn friends that rainbows don’t like Dale because he has a bad habit of dripping carrot juice all over their rainbow backs.
   
   Luckily for Dale there is one rainbow, named Corey, who actually likes having carrot juice splashed all over him. Corey is getting old and his eyesight is fading, receiving an occasional carrot juice splash works in Corey’s favour.
   
   Even though Dale likes Corey he tries not to talk to him too much because Corey only speaks in monotone and everything that Corey says, Dale finds extremely boring.
   Dale hopped on Corey’s back and shouted TO HARLEM COREY! “As you wish Dale”, Corey said, like a computer without any inflexion. “Say… you got any carrots?”
   
   On the way to Harlem Dale spotted his friend, former cinema star Sophia Lauren. “Hey SL”, said Dale, “How’s it gnarl-le-lagggun? ”
   
   “Nothing gnarl-le-laggs on me Dale, my body is composed entirely out of resin and plaster,” said Sophia.
   
   Dale and Soph passed the time to Harlem by chatting about the internet and the purple humming bird that lives in Sophia’s hair.
   
   Dale expressed how he is desperate to find his tuxedo because he loves wearing it so much but he rarely finds any formal events to wear his fabulous suit to.
   
   When they got to Harlem Dale knocked on Leroy’s door, but no one answered. The door to the hive was sealed shut with honey. Dale and Sophia licked the frame around the door until all of the honey was gone and they were able to get to the hinges to unscrew the nails and lift off the door.
   
   Dale ate a cucumber to cleanse his palate.
   
   Once the door was open they found Leroy sitting in DALE’S COVETED TUXEDO. Leroy refused to give the tuxedo back so Dale tickled him with his horn until Leroy passed out from laughing too hard. Sophia snatched the pants while Dale grabbed the jacket and cummerbund and they ran out of there like 2 track stars hopped up on red bull and cocaine.
   
   Back in Beijing, Dale smiled as he put on his freshly pressed tuxedo. His body tingled from hoof to horn as he adorned himself in the mirror. “I finally have an event to wear my favourite tuxedo to”, he thought to himself, “and thank you to all of my friends who helped make it happen.”
   
   That evening, at the fundraiser, it was announced that Dale was the winner of the boat he bid on in the silent auction. To celebrate Dale ate fresh Kale, and danced the night away with an attractive centaur named Sally.  
   
   - Fin -

   Pretty great, huh?