Timberleigh sees Dark Unicorn for the first time in the forest that adjoins their back yard, flickering among the trunks by moonglow. The creature’s eyes and nostrils flare with beauty; Timberleigh throbs, breathless.

“I’m conflicted,” he confesses the next day during their lunch period. “Dark Unicorn is calling, but his dangerous path frightens me!”

“Is this your way of coming out?” asks Margot.

“This isn’t about sex!” says Timberleigh. “It’s about how I need to ride Dark Unicorn all night, every night, because I can feel his love like the fire of an ulraviolet sun!”

Later he buys special unicorn-riding chaps.