"There's a unicorn among our sheep," the shepherd reported to her father upon returning to the farmhouse.
"What's it doing there?" he asked, puzzled.
"I asked, it didn't answer."
"And I wouldn't press," warned her grandmother. Everyone agreed.
The next dawn, as the shepherd lead the flock out, she noted there were now two unicorns - one considerably smaller than the other.
For generations after, the wool from that farm was exceptional.
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@D More than likely.