146: Unicorn Hunter

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"Every year I hunt the unicorn herd, and every year, the dogs find only tracks!" The hunter slammed his empty glass on the bar. The bartender gave him a pitiable look.

"My grandmother said only virgins can catch a unicorn," she said.

"Virgins..." he muttered.

"You may be out of luck," She called after him as he staggered out into the night.

The next year, he returned and presented her with a flawless, pearlescent unicorn horn.

"How'd you do it?" She asked.

"I wondered if you were right about virgins and unicorns. So I had my three best puppies spayed!"

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