Chapter 10

Chapter 10 How can we get the old unicorn moving? Princess Pulverizer was struggling to come up with an idea. But so far not a single plan had come into her head.

"Do you think our mace would heal him?" Lucas wondered. Princess Pulverizer knew Lucas was talking about the huge mace they'd received as a gift from the king of Yabko-kokomo. It had the power to heal the wounds of anyone on the side of all that was good and right.

"It's worth a try." Dribble lifted the heavy golden mace and waved it over the unicorn. Then they waited. And waited. And waited. "Nothing's happening," Lucas said finally. "Maybe this unicorn isn't a good guy?" Dribble wondered. Princess Pulverizer shook her head. "I don't think being a good guy has anything to do with it," she said. "The problem is, he isn't injured. He's just old. Even a magic mace can't change that." "Too bad we can't just put him in a giant carriage and give him a ride," Lucas said. "Lucas, you're a genius!" Princess Pulverizer exclaimed. "Thanks," Lucas replied proudly. Then he paused and thought for a moment. "Wait. Why am I a genius?" Princess Pulverizer didn't answer. She was too busy rolling a thick fallen log toward the

middle of the meadow. "What are you doing?" Dribble asked her, confused. "Building a carriage," Princess Pulverizer responded. "Well, probably more like a sled. For the old unicorn." "A sled?" Dribble repeated, still confused. "Yup!" Princess Pulverizer rolled another old log over. "Don't you think he's a bit too old to go sledding?" Dribble asked. "And I don't see any snow on the ground." "It's more like he's going to go sliding," Princess Pulverizer explained. "We'll get the old unicorn on the sled. Then the rest of his blessing can pull him someplace safe." "How do you propose we build a sled?" Dribble asked her. "We'll use strands of ivy to tie logs and branches together," the princess replied. "Are unicorns powerful enough to pull a sled?" Lucas wondered.

"According to Unicorns from A to Z, they are strong enough to defeat elephants," the princess answered. "So I imagine so." Dribble went over to a large tree. He leaped up and grabbed on to a thick branch. Then he hung there in midair, his feet dangling. "What are you doing?" Princess Pulverizer asked him. "We don't have time for you to

practice your pull-ups." "I'm not exercising," Dribble said. "I'm—" Crack! The branch broke off from the tree and Dribble landed hard on the ground. "—helping you," Dribble continued, dragging the thick branch over to where the princess was building her sled. "How much more wood will we need?" "Push harder!" Princess Pulverizer ordered. "We've almost got him on the sled." "I'm trying," Dribble replied as he pushed hard on the unicorn's back end. "Unicorns are heavy." The old unicorn let out a small moan. "Careful. You don't want to break him," Lucas said. "I don't think you can break a unicorn," Dribble replied. "Besides, he's on the sled now."