THE HUNTER AND THE
A white unicorn lengthened its sinews,
rippled, jumped up, pranced, ran a few steps, turned back, then stopped, eyes
The hunter stroked a length of velvet
with his fingers. “I don’t feel
like hunting you. What if I don’t
“Well, isn’t that the point?”
asked the unicorn.
“Perhaps,” the hunter said.
“But I need to have some kind of guarantee.”
“No,” said the unicorn.
“The uncertainty, the striving, the possible rapture, that’s the
The hunter didn’t agree, but he
figured he’d let it go.
The unicorn, however, was an ardent
unicorn, meaning it wanted to jump in great strides through thickets and
clearings and be hunted.
It got up from time to time, even put on
fishnet stockings on occasion, frolicked a few steps.
Nothing. It took off the
fishnet stockings again and sadly went to the hunter’s side and nuzzled him.
Absentmindedly he put his rope around
its neck, almost as though he had caught it with his fine green velvet rope.
I guess that’s as much as there will
ever be, thought the bewildered unicorn.
Eventually the hunter bought a hunting
lodge with dark wood paneling, a fire place, and woven tapestries with--you
guessed it--images of prancing unicorns chased by passionate hunters.
Nowadays they often sit in front of that
fire. He polishes bows and arrows,
fiddles with his hunting noose, and talks about their great precision and fine
The unicorn stares into the crackling
sparks. It hasn’t learned to
express how it feels about theoretical concepts of inherent essence.
It dreams of a scene such as on the tapestry directly behind it.
A hunter flying through the forest, following a sleek unicorn riding the
air. It can taste the wind.
It can almost sense the velvet caress of the noose when it circles the
“I want to be caught,” the unicorn
says. “But I want to be caught
He reads in Hunter’s Health on how to
catch a unicorn with skill.
“You could ask me,”
says the unicorn.
So he does. But each time it tells him, the next time he has forgotten.
However, the teachings of Hunter’s Health he will never forget.
After all, they were written by hunters for hunters.
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