The Unicorn That Learned to Fly

By Denise Seymour and Ginny Cadle

During the days of Cowboys and Indians, there was a tribe of Navajo Indians that lived in a valley below a mountain called UnicornMountain. The Indians named the mountain UnicornMountain because the mountain is where all the Unicorns gathered.
There was a little Indian boy who was curious as to what a unicorn was. He thought that a unicorn was the same thing as a horse. They looked the same, but the unicorn has a horn. One day the little Indian boy went up the mountain to see for himself what a unicorn is.
The baby unicorn and little Indian boy met, and became the best of friends. They became so close that they started calling each other brother and sister. The little Indian would try to coach the baby unicorn how to fly. She could not understand that you cannot fly without your wings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781796092073

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1   The Beginning of a Friendship

Chapter 2   The Big Argument

Chapter 3   The Fantasy Wedding

Chapter 4   Going to the Doctor

Chapter 5   Meeting the King

Chapter 6   Coming Back Home

Chapter 7   The Big News

Chapter 8   The Big Announcement

Chapter 9   The Babies Arrival

Chapter 10   Riding off into the Sunset

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Chapter I

The Beginning of a Friendship

Our story began in the late eighteen hundreds when the Cowboys and Indians ruled the land. The Cowboys and Indians were always fighting over the area and crossing each other’s’ turfs. Fighting and crossing over each other’s turf was when the nations were governed in the eyes of the laws. If you killed someone, the judge would execute you, too.

There were no paved roads, or cars currently. The men traveled by horses, and families had covered wagons. The children rode in the back, inside the covered wagon. They would often put all their belongings in the wagon and move from place to place.

There was a tribe of Navajo Indians that lived in a reservoir below a beautiful mountain. The Indians had given this mountain the name of UnicornMountain. It was named UnicornMountain because you could look on top of the mountains, at any given time and see hundreds of unicorns grazing there.

The Indians liked having the unicorns around because Indians believed that a unicorn brought good luck. There was this one little Indian boy, name Little Powwow. One day he woke up and saw all the Unicorns on top of UnicornMountain.

Little Powwow was a curious little Indian. He wanted to know what a unicorn looked like up close. Up on top of UnicornMountain, the unicorns were starting to stir around and wake up. PurrAngel was a baby unicorn, who was wanting to learn how to fly. But she was not mature enough to learn to fly yet. But you could not tell her any different. She thought she was old enough to fly.

PurrAngel was a real pretty unicorn. Her mane was the shade of violet purple with traces of white and black. She wore black shoes. Her horn was the same color as her mane. PurrAngel was the first one to go grazing on this bright, beautiful morning. PurrAngel was happily grazing, when she heard a rustling sound in the bushes.

PurrAngel turned to see Little Powwow. At first, PurrAngel was scared of Little Powwow. She started backing up. She was warned by her parents, to be careful around the Cowboys. PurrAngel did not know what a Cowboy was. Little Powwow noticed that the baby unicorn was scared, and he tried to calm her down.

Do not fear me. I am an Indian, but I come in peace. I will not cause harm to you or your family. I want to be your friend, said Little Powwow. What is an Indian? asked PurrAngel, Is that the same as a Cowboy? asked the young unicorn.

No, a Cowboy is not the same as an Indian. Little Powwow told his new friend PurrAngel. PurrAngel’s mommy and daddy did not warn her about the Indians, so she thought that it would be safe to be friends with the Indians. Little Powwow and PurrAngel started a friendship that day. They would meet every day and hang out together. Little Powwow and PurrAngel would go everywhere together. No one thought it was strange for an Indian and unicorn to be such good friends.

Chief Bowdown noticed that Little Powwow and PurrAngel were so close, that he called Little Powwow into his teepee. Chief Bowdown was smoking on his peace pipe when Little Powwow entered the Chief’s teepee. You like that Unicorn, Little Powwow, but I must warn you. Those Cowboy men will come again. They will try to take the unicorn away. They want the unicorn because they think it is a horse. They are not smart enough to know it is not a horse. Do not let white man take the unicorn away, said Chief Bowdown.

One day while the Indians were making breakfast, a Cowboy came calling out to the reservoir. His name was Big Hoss. Big Hoss was looking to buy some horses. He wanted to buy PurrAngel. I am Big Hoss. I come to buy some wild horses from you.

We only have three horses for sale. One is a black stallion. He is in the field over there." Little Powwow pointed at a black Stallion out in the field. Little Powwow looked around and saw the Mustang horse that he was looking for.

Little Powwow pointed to the Mustang and said, That is a good Mustang horse, over there. He is for sale. The third horse is wild. We have to tame it before we can sell it. said Little Powwow. Well, lookie what we have here. We have one pretty, wild horse right there, said Big Hoss. Big Hoss was pointing at PurrAngel.

Little Powwow said, That is not a horse. That is PurrAngel. She is a unicorn, and she brings us good luck. PurrAngel is not for sale; she is my unicorn. Little Powwow said. "PurrAngel is a magical unicorn. She can talk to me.

She talks to me all the time. She even knows how to say my name," said Little Powwow.

Can she talk to me? Big Hoss asked, No, she chooses to only talk to me, said Little Powwow. You have got to be kidding me, Little Powwow, said Big Hoss. No, I am not kidding you, said Little Powwow.

A unicorn that will only talk to you, and no one else? That is hard to believe. Can I ride this magical unicorn that you say talks to only you? asked Big Hoss. The Cowboys were always riding the unicorns like horses, and the Indians did not like this.

The Indians believed that if you rode the unicorns too much, it would cause the unicorn to lose its magical powers. The Indians wanted the cowboys to stop riding the unicorns and to leave the unicorns alone. Big Hoss rode around on PurrAngel for a little while, but he needed to talk to Chief Bowdown.

The Indians invited Big Hoss to stay and eat their food with them. After dinner, Big Hoss and the chief went for a ride through the mountains. Big Hoss rode PurrAngel while the chief rode the Mustang. Big Hoss was asking the chief to sell PurrAngel to him when from out of the blue, PurrAngel bucked up and threw Big Hoss off, and she ran back to Little Powwow.

What are you doing back here? asked Little Powwow. That man you call Big Hoss, is that a Cowboy? Yes, he is, said Little Powwow. Why do you ask? Please tell me. I heard the Cowboy man tell your chief that he wants to buy me, answered PurrAngel.

What does he mean that he wants to buy me? asked PurrAngel. "It means that the Cowboy can