FARMER: Well, hello there, little one! Hello there, my dear! And just who might you belong to? A pretty little thing like you? Come on now, good girl! Good Bessie. (Takes off his belt and makes it into a loop.) Curry you up, clean you off, you'll be the prettiest old mare anywhere.
(The unicorn neighs loudly and eludes the belt.)
UNICORN: (voice only) Mare? Mare?! I, a horse? Is that what you take me
for? Is that what you see?
FARMER: So, so, easy, easy, good girl. What a pretty sight you are! Feed
you up, take you to the fair. Come on, horse!
UNICORN: (voice only) A horse, am I? A horse, indeed! (The unicorn hooks
her horn through the belt, throws it to the ground, and runs off down the
road, making the farmer lose his balance and fall.)
FARMER: Now there's a horse! My foot must have slipped.
(Scene: The unicorn is sitting by the side of the road. A man driving a carriage passes by and all he sees is a horse.)
UNICORN: (voice only) I had forgotten that men cannot see unicorns.
AMERICA:
Horizon rising up to meet the purple dawn,
Dust demon screaming, bring an eagle to lead me on.
For in my heart, I carry such a heavy load.
Here I am, on man's road.
Walking man's road...
Walking man's road...
I'm hungry, weary, but I cannot lay me down.
The rain calls, dreary, but there's no shelter I have found.
It will be a long time till I find my abode,
Here I am, on man's road.
Walking man's road...
Walking man's road...
etc.