The unicorn looked at the sheep…
The sheep looked at the unicorn…
The image blurs and the scean of a waterside tavern comes into view… a shadowy figure sits at a grimy corner table, negotiating in hushed tones with the crew of a whaling ship…
The image shifts and blurs again and the run down looking whaler plows her way through the sea carying a large reinforced metal box…
Once more the image shifts, the crew struggling to lower the box into the water with a steam winch… something goes wrong and in an instance the broken winch cable slices through one of the sailors hands…
The image fades back to inky darkness…
looks up .. The Unicorn and Sheep ?? worries ..
That sheep is always there when I dream, even at the bottom of the sea!
Now if only I had a penguin…