King Braveheart is seen here surmising the chasm below. A giant yellow dip lay before him, unlike anything he’s faced before. He is not sure how he got here. The great big hand from above must have put him here against his will. Poor guy. He doesn’t even have his armor on. But at least he has his heart, which is brave. He lost his horse somewhere in the plains between the jasmine forest and the great wooden mountains.
Here’s the horse now, still feeling lost. It looks like the horse was not lost on the plain, but rather on the wooden steppes. Look how forlorn this poor horse is… stripped of its eyes, hair and mane… abandoned, saddle stolen, in mangy condition after wandering alone for so long with nothing to eat, no shelter for rest… left here to rot or fend for itself. So much for King Braveheart’s steadfast care and protection.
It must be the curse of the sly, evil fox that keeps them apart. I have had my eye on this fox ever since it appeared in the grasses I transplanted from random places in the derelict yard.
I was surprised to see anything growing there and had hoped that perhaps it was crocuses. I see now that it may not flower. A friend of mine suspected that it was chives… but they taste bitter. (Do chives taste bitter from day one? I thought they just got stronger as they matured… these are bitter all around.) The fox showed up in these mystery grasses and since then, I have continually relocated it, and like the gnome in Amélie, it sort of… reappears in odd places.
Meanwhile, the unicorn awaits, hidden and unbidden, in the jasmine forest, for King Braveheart to get a clue, come down from his crazy crusade on the great wooden mountains, and return to the forest to discover whatever is his to discover. (In this case, a very tiny jasmine forest, a sunny window, and a big pile of laundry.)