The Last Unicorn

by Peter S. Beagle

“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

“No, no, listen, don’t listen to me, listen. You can find your people if you are brave. They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints.

But another sound followed them long after these had faded, followed them into morning on a strange road—the tiny, dry sound of a spider weeping.

But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.”