What the...

While working today, I randomly thought of when we had a garage sale at Kenny's dad's house. We were cleaning the house and came across some boxes from Aunt Dorothy’s house. I guess when she passed away all the kids got the chance to pick out some things that they wanted to keep. They all had their own box. Most of them were filled with random knick-knacks and little keepsakes. Then, we got to Kris’. All I know is he was pretty little when she passed, but I’m not sure of his exact age. Anyways, we unwrapped the first thing. It was a porcelain unicorn figurine. The second? A unicorn. Moving on. Another unicorn. There was nothing else in that box except a million little mythical creatures. When unpacked, they filled up an entire table. We called him to see if he wanted us to send them out. He declined. We thought maybe we could give away a free unicorn with every purchase. Turns out, people didn’t want them. I think a little girl wound up buying most of them (because we made her) for like, a dollar.