In the colorful mythologies handed down throughout time, there have been many strange beasts whose very names inspire awe and wonder: The Minotaur, half man, half bull; the Unicorn, shimmering icon of purity; the Harpy, who needs to speak to your manager, sweetie. But none are as mysteriour and obscure as the rarely-glimpsed Bunicorn.
I’ll gladly take this mysterious Bunicorn home. Or this could be a Bunclock telling us it’s 7:00 and all is well.
Whatever time it is, I feel quite unworthy. Thank you, Bunicorn.
This my be the first sighting, but I’m sure they’re real – please.
I’ve long suspected that was a real thing! So nice to finally have photographic evidence.
“… the Harpy, who needs to speak to your manager, sweetie” – does it get any better than that? Made me LOL and I thank you for that, Mike. 👍👍👍
What a cutie and not too much disapproval. There was also a rare siting of the crangy biddy last night in my neighborhood.
Some of the students living on my street decided to throw a party and woke me (and the tiny terror) up at 1 am with thump, thump, thump music and people in the street. Three cop cars were called in to break it up. So cranky and angry me went out to talk to the cops, and as I went the youngsters heard me muttering not very nice things under my breath. Plus the whole neighborhood probably heard what happens when you wake a hua hua up in the middle of the night. Now get off my lawn and out of my neighborhood, ya whippersnappers! The ones I felt really bad for is the house immediately next to them as they have 2 young kids who were kept up by the noise. Thanks for letting my tired self rant.
Do you hear what I hear?