“Momma! Momma, Vanora is here.” Trixie called out.
“I’m coming! Keep your tail on!”
A beautiful ivory-coloured unicorn stepped out from behind a blue candy cane tree with a bright smile. Vanora almost giggled, finding it funny to see them smile.
“Queen Vanora. It is an honour to have you here with us.” Momma took a deep bow.
“She doesn’t like to be called queen, momma,” Trixie whispered.
“She doesn’t?” Momma whispered, with her eyes wide.
“It’s my honour to be here, thank you for inviting me, Momma, and yes, you can call me Vanora.” She bowed in return and waited for Momma to get up, but nothing happened, so she stood up.
“Trixie,” Momma whispered: “I’m stuck.”
“Huh?”
“I’m stuck! I can’t get up!”
“Oh, goodness!” Vanora ran to her side, and she and Trixie helped Momma back up.
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