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 Everyone loves unicorns. Some think they have a horn, some think they have magical powers, some think they have wings... Oh my god, my list is endless. Anyways, what are these mysterious creatures that seem to attract just EVERYONE?



Long long ago, so long ago, unicorns first appeared in the Mesopotamian artworks, and most people believe that they were mythological characters of India and China. The Greeks have discripted it with one horn and wings, though the  wings are exceptional. This discovery was made by a historian called Ctesias.



Are you a unicorn believer? I am! Because I have proof. Some archeologists have found fossils of unicorns - or had found - or are finding? I don't know. But they are real.

Most unicorns are found in China, India, Africa, the Middle East and USA.


Unicorns appear different to all of us - one colour to one and another colour to another. But they're very rare - so it's hard to spot them.



But then, guess what, unicorns aren't what I have in mind. They are just simply white with a coloured Mane and tail, and with a simple magicless horn.



The unicorns actually went extinct 1,00,000 years ago, which is so sad! But I know there are some out there.


Some people tell us that unicorns don't exist, which is actually right, because they are extinct! 


Or they probably really don't exist, because there is an other animal very much similiar to a unicorn. So maybe unicorns don't exist after all...


But we still haven't found out! I'm waiting for the future - I am going to become an animal investigator! And I'll collect enough proof to prove to you that unicorns are real!!






Comments

  1. Oh my God..unicorns are real!
    Congrats on becoming an animal investigator
    Bye
    Oh and forgot.
    Awesomee

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  2. Write up is fine. Unicorn is real or not your write up take us back to world History of unicorn. It is nice to read History. We Indians should read our History which is beautiful.

    Babu Thatha

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  3. Very interesting information about our favourite unicorn. Pl do research more about unicorn and about rare animals and create awareness among young and old. I appreciate your noval attempt.
    From Pushpa patti

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