Georgia: The Glass Unicorn
Georgia learns a lesson about making the best of things when something disappointing happens
The sun was warm, and a gentle breeze rustled the colorful streamers hanging from the trees. It was Georgia's eighth birthday, and the backyard was a wonderland of celebration. A long table was covered with a bright pink tablecloth, laden with treats that made everyone’s eyes go wide. There were fluffy cupcakes with rainbow frosting, a giant chocolate cake with candles that sparkled like little stars, and bowls filled with colorful candies that looked like tiny jewels.
Georgia, in a pretty dress the color of sunshine, was laughing and playing with her friends. Her heart felt as light and bubbly as the pink lemonade they were sipping.
Her Aunt Clara, who always found the most special gifts, presented Georgia with a beautifully wrapped box. Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, was a delicate glass unicorn. Its mane and tail swirled with glitter, and its horn shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. Georgia gasped. It was the most magical thing she had ever seen.
She held it carefully, twirling it in the air, watching the light dance across its glassy surface. She carried it with her everywhere, showing it to all her friends, her eyes shining with joy.
Later in the afternoon, the children were playing a game of tag. Georgia, still holding her precious unicorn, was running and laughing, her hair flying behind her. Suddenly, her foot caught on a root, and she tumbled to the ground.