I was putting away Christmas decorations in the attic yesterday. There on a table was a journal. It was very dusty like it had been there for 50 years, yet I had never seen it before. Laying next to it was a very tiny note. I needed binoculars to read these words. From the fairy queen herself! I was very honored to know that she was entrusting me with this. I had only read bits and pieces of the unicorn story before. Only glimpses that made their way into the other tales that Sir Winslow had told. Now I would...