#unicorn
Imagine if you lived in unicorn country.
I moved to the Danish island Funen about 10 years ago. I come from the island Zealand (where the capital is) which has a low key feud with Jutland (the only non-island part of Denmark). It’s basically city people vs country folk. Funen is the weird middle child that nobody cares about and both the Zealand and Jutland parts of my family was like “Funen? Why would anyone move to Funen?”
That’s probably why nobody knows Funen has black squirrels that look like this.
I didn’t know either before I moved here. They’re a black version of the very common red squirrels that can be found everywhere else but somehow all squirrels ended up black on Funen and they’re very serious about not introducing red squirrels because they’d outbreed the black ones.
They’re so rare in Denmark it’s one of the main attractions for my nature loving family when they come to visit. They’ll literally ask to go on walks just so they can look for them and they’re deeply disappointed if they leave without seeing one.
My point is, I get those people in fantasy stories who live near unicorns or what have you and think it’s cool but are also super chill about it because sometimes they run in front of your bike and almost make you crash.
The Unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone…
-The Last Unicorn, Peter S Beagle
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