I’ve just returned from 8 days in Paris, France. We did lots of stuff. One of my favorite places we visited was Versailles. I picked up a brochure on the history of the palace. It was in French, but I’m pretty sure this is what it said:
Once upon a time, a princess came to live in a meadow of flowers. The fairies of the meadow set out to build their princess a castle, with unicorns sharing the lion’s share of the manual labor. They built her a very big chateau. One could say too big, though one would NEVER tell that to a fairy. One day the princess said, “This chateau is too big. Plus, I hate gold leafing. Build me a smaller one,” to which the fairies tut tutted under their breath about her plebian taste level, but did as she asked. This smaller domain, which was really more of a compound, had thatched roofs and a stone facade. It was so charming all the woodland creatures came to live there, until their population overran the unicorns who moved to Hogwarts, England. A radical splinter sect of displaced unicorns fueled the flames of the French revolution, which ended badly for the princess. Lesson learned: don’t upset a unicorns. They hold grudges.
Edited to Add: It should be stated that I wrote the above paragraph at the end of a sleep-deprived psychosis. My circadian rhythms have returned to normal. My respect for the plight of the unicorns, however, still stands.