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The crowd muttered. The air was full of disappointment. The unicorn breathed it in and sighed. Nobody saw.
"I’ve got some paints" said Daisy, one of the children "I’ll paint it."
The old man spoke up "I’ve got tins and tins of spare red paint in my garage…..maybe..."
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And so it was that later that day the same group of people were spotted and splattered with bright paint and the bandstand was looking - extraordinary.
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Someone else had turned up with green paint, someone else had arrived with yellow paint and some big kids had shuffled up, looking guilty and joined in with their sprays of many-coloured paint. The park was filled with colour and chatter and laughter and the bandstand was beginning to look like a rainbow!
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With each coat of colour the unicorn gathered strength. With each smile the unicorn grew brighter.
Soon the bandstand was sparkling in the sun - and so was the unicorn. It stood there, proud and gleaming, its mane shone like silver, its eyes glowed. Nobody could see it but they seemed to feel the warmth of its breath, they caught the gleams from its eyes.
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"Doesn’t the bandstand look brilliant!" cheered Daisy. "We should have music in it every weekend!"
"I can’t believe the change this has made" said the old man "This morning everything was so miserable but just look at it now! It’s magical. It’s a miracle - that’s what I think!"
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And what did the unicorn think?
We will never know for it had already stretched its silver back, tossed its gleaming mane and galloped off. It galloped so strongly and swiftly that it flew like a beam of light - off over the horizon.
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