Smiling indulgently, I let him tug me down the hall into his room.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Jason said, throwing his little arms wide proudly. I didn’t see a thing.
“Incredible,” I said, hunkering down. “What is he?”
“A zombie unicorn!” he said, eyes shining.
“How do you know it’s a zombie unicorn?” I said.
“He told me,” Jason said.
“Will he let me pet him?” I said.
The air heated suddenly. A white horse with a golden horn shimmered into solidity, its eyes black pits.
“Brai-ai-ai-ai-ains,” it whinnied.