When the unicorn noticed a romance novel, open to page 243 already, on one of her favorite women's sofa, she felt tenderness toward the woman, but also a little sorry that the woman had to stoop so low. And it wasn't even a lesbian romance!
Until one rainy day the unicorn read a romance herself, ate the requisite chocolate bonbons while the flames of the fireplace cast their seductive shadows, and she cried passionately throughout the last two pages, though she had a sneaking suspicion that the romance she was reading wasn't even particularly good.
Next day she confided in her professor, an open-minded sporty young man who, she believed, would be inspired by her insights.
"I felt so much I never get to feel in my comparatively seedy and grainy life," said the unicorn. "And it wasn't even a unicorn romance!"
"The only problem with romance novels is that they are all the same," said the professor.
"Which makes them sort of like football games, doesn't it?" mused the unicorn. "The only difference is in the detail."
She was astonished that she flunked the course.
BIO: Beate Sigriddaughter is currently working on a pro-peace novel, a woman-oriented retelling of Parcival's Quest for the Holy Grail. Please visit her website at www.sigriddaughter.com.