It was all turning out harder than
I thought it would be. Having exhausted other
ideas from Danny the Champion of the World, I tried to go it alone. It was my only hope really, given that I
didn't think tickling would work as well as it had for the Doctor with the
trout. So I tried my own simple but
effective ways to poach the unicorn.
First I went back a step by trying
to tempt the unicorn toward me with oats on my hand before leashing her. My alien looks were not attractive to her,
though, and she would not come near. She
did not run, though, which was a step forward.
The trail of oats leading to a box
it would have to be then. A box carpeted
in the softest and warmest hay, well-hidden in foliage at the clearing’s edge
and positioned on a cart with a ramp leading up to the door, also covered in
soft, reassuring hay, naturally.
And to my surprise, she went for
it. She almost stopped when her first
foot met the ramp but she was enjoying the oats too much to really notice; just
wandering purposefully on up, immersed in oaty goodness. The strangeness and darkness of the box did
nothing to deter, either. She simply
munched through the bowl of oats I had left her.
Once in, I dropped the front on her
and carted the box to my van, being careful all the way to go slowly and not
tip the cart up on the unsteady ground.
Once back, I loaded the box carefully into the back, closed the doors
and turned around, a job well done.
I cursed loudly and she ran. A heavier hand was clearly needed. As was film technology. And rope.
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