The Unicorn with the long white horn Is beautiful and wild. He gallops across the forest green So quickly that he's seldom seen Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen And strawberries grow wild. He flees the hunter and the hounds, Upon black earth his white hoof pounds, Over cold mountain streams he bounds And comes to a meadow mild; There, when he kneels to take his nap, He lays his head in a lady's lap As gently as a child. --William Jay Smith I am happy to have been able to work with all ages for the unicorn shoots, but this age and those a older has been perfect for Snowflake. She seems to take to them a little better. I love these precious images of these sweet little girls living out a little fairy tale. It is good for us to have sweet memories hung on the hooks of our memory!