Anabelle petted the soft mane of the unicorn

Anabelle petted the soft mane of the unicorn that stood before her. She hadn't seen it ever since she was a child, but it had returned. Though for what reason, she wasn't sure.

Perhaps is was related to that crude leapfrog reference her cousin used at the BBQ. She hoped not. The unicorn seemed uneasy before Anabelle and she tried to soothe it by

bloodletting it with leeches. She applied the blood suckers to the horn, and they began to swell and sparkle. The unicorn panicked. "They're taking my power!" But it was too late.

The leeches had grown into winged-wizards and the Unicorn's horn had turned to ash and blown away in the Dwarven Zephyr. The unicorn had become a horse and The Winged Wizards

became the Harlem Wizards and the game became a cross between polo and basketball: baskolo. In baskolo, there are no fouls, but there are penalties. A penalty is

issued if your horse deposits court apples on the court or you try to stick the handle of your polo mallet up either your opponents or his horses ass. The Basketball/Polo fouls are

from twenty rungs starboard to thirty rungs port. If the play matches out from the poop deck onto the anus deck, then it's considered a birdie, but still foul. The mallomars are

a hazard on holes eight and twelve. If you lose your ball in there, you leave it for the rats. The infestation started we added the cardboard box windmill and

suddenly there was a deafening explosion