T'ok M'gill twisted the throttle on her Vespa. She had to get to the boarding stable and retrieve her steed. She laughed out loud as she thought of her cover story, that the horn was a prosthetic to cure the "horse's" wandering eye condition. The unicorn had been stabled for years and no one was the wiser.
As she laughed, a bird slammed into her mouth. She gave it one bone-crushing crunch and swallowed it whole.