So here I sit, with what seems to be a small unicorn in my palm. It was panting and pushing its legs into my hand, as if trying to get as far away from me as possible. It was helpless, its eyes riddled with fear. It had cuts and bruises all over its body, likely from the wooden creature that lay in pieces behind me. It continued to squirm in my hand, making small grunts as it used up its last bit of strength.

"Calm down, I don't want to hurt you," I tried to console it. "There, there. Take it easy." I began stroking its back, at least what I assumed was its back. The creature resembled a small horse, but with a horn. Is it a unicorn of sorts? As I pet the small creature, it pondered my words, almost as if it understood. "You're in good hands," my voice grew quite. Calming down a bit, the fright on its face dissipated as it relaxed into my fleshy palm. I watched its face as it almost smiled at me, before drifting to unconsciousness. I got scared at first, thinking it had died, but it was still breathing so I assumed otherwise. Now, sitting alone against a tree in a supposedly dangerous forest, with a sleeping miniature version of a mythical creature in my hands, and a wound in my foot from another creature I've never seen before. How wonderful.

With this time alone, I began to consider my options.

This... thing needs my help!

But we don't know what it is!

But it can't help itself! It could die here!

What if it's some kind of Trojan Ho-

Before I could finish my thought, some rustling behind me broke the silence. I turned around, and before me were two creatures, both identical to the one I encountered not to long ago. They resembled wolves, but composed of sticks, roots, and leaves. I froze in fear before I followed their gaze. Where once stood the original wooden wolf was a pile of twigs, as I had left it. But now the pile was moving. The sticks began climbing on top of each other, like a dog-pile, before connecting themselves back together in the form of its companions. The sticks came together and before I knew it I was faced with three growling wolves made of simple sticks.

Their collaborative growling rumbled through my ears and into my brain. One of them was barely manageable, but now that there are three of them, I am going to need more legs to kick with. Glancing to the wall of plants I climbed over to get here, I noticed I was closer to it than the three predators in front of me. If I could get close enough, I might be able to climb over. As for the slumbering unicorn in my hand, I have to keep it safe.

Keeping eye contact with the wolves, I slowly placed the unicorn in my sweatshirt pocket. It should be wide enough to gently hold it, but I worry it might fall out as I climb the fence. The wolves stopped their growling, probably thinking they had me trapped. "Easy," I spoke to them. It may not have worked before but stalling is still stalling. "I assume you all are after me because your hungry?" I didn't expect an answer, but it did slow their movements. They were probably allowing me my final words.

I began scooting closer and closer to the fence, slowly as to not alert them of my plan. "I find it hard to believe you can get hungry. After all, if you were to eat me, where would I go? You don't have a solid throat. I'd slip through the sticks." As expected, all three of them were cornering me to the fence, licking their  wooden lips in expectation. "Well if you really do want to eat me, perhaps you could let me go back to my home to fetch some salt. 'Cause I don't think I would taste very good." They were only a meter away, drooling, toying with their prey. Glancing behind me, I noticed the plants weren't as thick in a certain spot. Looking through the patch, I saw a hole through the chain link fence. It may not be big enough for me, but perhaps for my friend.

"Okay, hold on a minute," holding my hands out as I cringed. "Can I just say something before you eat me?" I didn't think it would work but they paused, all three of them simply watched and waited. I removed the unicorn from my pocket and slid her through to hole to the other side of the fence, guaranteeing its safety. "Now, you guys live in a forest, do you know what dirt tastes like?" I told them, earning confused faces. "Bet you do now." I hurled a handful of dirt at them, coating two faces in soil and effectively blinding them. They whined and rubbed their eyes in an attempt to remove the dirt. However, the third was barely affected, as the spread of my throw wasn't wide enough.

"Crap."

The third wolf lunged at me, the fierce look in its eyes reminding me of the original wolf when it jumped at me before. Almost as a reflex, I gave it a strong kick with my good foot. The wolf howled in pain and stepped back. I wasted no time jumping up to my feet and climbing the fence. A sharp sting tried to hold me back as I was reminded of my foot injury, but then again, looking down reminded me of the three rabid creatures threatening me. All three of them were occupied rubbing their faces while I was struggling to climb the fence with a throbbing pain in my foot. I had just thrown my leg over the top of the wall, but then the pain became to much to handle and I lost my grip. I crashed onto the pavement below, the wolfs barking in frustration on the other side of the wall. I sat up with a grunt and looked around.

The sky went back to normal above me, about three in the afternoon. Their at my feet was the pony I had slipped through the fence. I picked her up and examined it for any severe injuries, since I don't have to worry about rabid twigs attacking me. I found nothing besides smudges and small cuts among its frail body. It breathed silently in slumber, relaxing in my palm.

I stood up, only to cry out in pain through my teeth from my foot. The wound had stopped bleeding but it still looked nasty. I imagine getting inside my house will be difficult since not only will I be limping, the wound is also very noticeable. I can only hope I can make it up the stairs and into my apartment unseen. Clenching my teeth, I mentally prepared myself for a load of pain.

I limped my way to the outside wall of the complex, balancing myself on the cool brick wall. I limped my way to the end of the way and peeked around the edge. I never was good at stealth video games, but there is a first to everything. The only pedestrian was quite a way off, allowing me to enter the lobby unnoticed. The lobby was empty, perhaps the doorman was on break. I decided to skip the elevator and slowly climb the stairs to my floor.

At the peak of the stairs, I was almost Scott free, but an old woman in a blue robe and large, thick glasses using a walker noticed me, out of breath, and leaning against the wall.

"Oh, hello there honey," she said cheerfully, oblivious to my condition. "You must be the young man who moved into 4B. I'm delighted to meet you." She held out a shaky hand for me to shake. I was heaving from climbing a whole flight of stairs with a leg burning with pain and a passed out animal in my hands. "Oh, are you doing exercises? Ah, I wish I was young again when I could run laps around the block. Those were the days. Well, you ought to go take a shower. No offence but you smell like my five-year-old son after he plays in my petunia garden." She chuckled and slowly made her way to the elevator, while I just stood against the wall, blown away by how she didn't notice. I would say it's an eyesight problem, but if her lenses were any thicker, the bridge of her nose would cease to exist.

I walked into my apartment and stumbled into my bathroom, landing on the toilet with the seat down. I reached for a washcloth and laid it on the sink as a bed to hold the animal in my hand. I ever so gently placed it onto the cloth, where it continued to breath steadily. Before I tend to it, my foot needs a bandage.

I removed a bottle of rubbing alcohol, another washcloth, and some gauze. I removed my shoe and sock while moving over to the tub to keep things clean. Turning on the faucet, I ran some water over the wound, discovering how small the wound really was. The blood that oozed out of it had dried, hiding where it came from, but now that I had washed it away, I noticed three holes lined up in my foot. The holes were no bigger than a dime and weren't very deep. After washing it out, I dabbed some alcohol on the cloth and rubbed it into my wound. It stung like concentrated acid instead of simple alcohol, but I had gotten used t the pain from my trek here. After wiping my wound, I rolled some gauze around the holes and tied off the end. The pain was already beginning to subside as I gave it some weight to test it.

With my foot taken care of, I turned all of my focus on the unicorn on my sink. I pulled out some Q-tips and a third washcloth out of the cupboard. I turned on the sink and wet the washcloth, then wrung it out so it was damp and not soaking. I took the dank cloth in my hand and gently wiped the unicorn's wounds. I was as gentle as possible, yet somewhere deep down I was frightened of the alien creature. My cleaning removed all of the dirt and debris from its now gleaming white coat of fur. I had also cleaned up some of the dried blood from the small cuts, resulting in them to open again and release fresh crimson liquid. I took some Q-tips and dipped them in the alcohol. It will hurt so I figured I should get it done while it's knocked out.

As soon as I had touched the swab to a wound, the limb recoiled from contact. I tightened my grip as to make the job as quick as possible so it would be over with as quick as possible. After swabbing more wounds, the creature began to shriek from the sting of the alcohol. I felt hurt that I was causing such pain, but it had to be done.

"I know it hurts, but it's for the better. It'll keep the wounds clean while they heal. Don't worry, I don't intend on causing more harm than I have to," I whispered to the struggling ball of fur in my hand. I redoubled my efforts to speed up the process while I continued to console it. When I had double checked for any spots I may have missed, the wounds had also stopped bleeding. "Okay, I'm done, see. No more. Do you want some band-aids?" I looked down at the animal, it was crying out of pain, drilling a hole in my heart. I never wanted to give pain, but it was necessary for health concerns. Once it noticed I had stopped touching it, it looked up at me from my hand. Its eyes were large and red in color, staring into my face as it looked me up and down.

"Are you feeling any better?" I spoke to it, not expecting a response. I noticed tiny pointed ears sticking out from its mane so I assumed it could at least hear me. It took its eyes off of my face and observed its surroundings. After quick glances around it focused on the now clean wounds on its frail body. It stood up and walked in a circle before sitting back down and looking up at me, tilting its head to the side. "You don't remember? I found you in that forest. You were heavily injured, so I patched you up. I had to wipe alcohol to clean the wounds, hope it didn't hurt much. Feeling better?" I asked again. I felt like a kidnapper, even though it's probably worse out there in the forest than it is in here. I was about to speak again before...

It nodded.

Now it was my turn to tilt my head in confusion.

"Did you just nod?" I asked in bewilderment.

Another nod.

"So you understand me?"

Again, a nod.

"So you understand English?"

A fourth nod.

"And I'm asking too many questions right now, aren't I?"

A final nod, but more frantic and comical.

My expression was blank as I held the white and blue pony. An alien creature in my hands that understands me. Well, I wouldn't really call it an alien. With how friendly it's being, I'd call it something else.

"Okay. Can I ask a couple more questions, just to clear things up?" I asked. It plopped down in my palm and waited. "You're a unicorn, right?" That received a nod. So I have a real life tiny unicorn within my home. I really hope this isn't a dream or I will wake up very disappointed.  "Okay. Now, are you a girl unicorn?" I asked more slowly, but if this thing has to use the restroom, I would need to remember to leave the seat down. She nodded.

"Now, last question. I bet you're hungry. Right?" I asked it. Before anything else happened, the quietest of rumbles sounded out from her chest. For a short period of time none of us moved. Then I smiled warmhearted while she blushed at me cutely. With all of the dirt gone, I can see just how cute this unicorn really is. A clean white coat of soft fur with a flashy neon blue mane. "I thought so." I booped her stomach with my free hand and placed all of the medical equipment back in the cabinet. She turned around in my hand and sat like she was in the Crow's Nest of a pirate ship.

After walking to the kitchen, I noticed the pain in my foot already fading. I placed her down on the counter before grabbing a plate. "So, what do you want? I have carrots if that's you're thing." She pondered the question before her eyes grew wide. I was about to question her before she began to panic and run in circles. I would call her antics adorable, but the look on her face got me concerned. "Something up or are you just being silly?" She stopped in her tracks and stared at me before jumping up and down. It surprised me how high she could jump despite her size. "What do you need? Is it food? Are you just that hungry?" I asked. With our situation, I'll have to play charades to find out what's wrong. She shook her head wildly. "I'm guessing it's something of dire importance?" I asked. She nodded, turning her head into a blue blur. "Give me a hint." She ran back and forth before stopping and pointing out the window. "Something outside?" It was getting late, if I was going to go outside, it should be now. She nodded once with a serious look on her face.

My face brightened as i hatched an idea.

"Okay, wait here, I need to get something." Not wasting time, I dashed into my bedroom and picked up my cell phone. I powered it on and walked back to the kitchen counter where the unicorn was panicking. "Here use this," I opened a notepad app and slid out the keyboard. After placing it in front of her, she gave me a quizzical look. "Oh, it's a keyboard. Just push the letters here and they show up on the screen. Use it to spell words and tell me what's wrong. Like this." I typed in H-E-L-L-O into the keyboard and the screen read hello. I gave her a minute to absorb the information while she examined the device. She slowly reached out a hoof and tapped the letter V. She was scared by the tack sound my phone makes when I type. After checking to see if she ended the world with the contraption, she went back to the keyboard.

It just read hellov.

She pressed enter and began typing, brushing off here cute reaction to the phone. I waited patiently before she looked up and pointed at the screen making a squeaking noise at me. I suppose she's trying to speak, but I couldn't understand. My eyes widened at the message realizing what the matter was.

The text read: We have to go back for my sister.