Unicornsparkl

While Alex desperately appealed to the herd of zebras, Marty turned his back, swishing his tail angrily. As if on cue, the rest of the herd mimicked him, whether they realized it or not, that made Marty even more irate. However, he was mentally exhausted and he kept his mouth shut as the herd shouted his name, “Which one of us is Marty? Is Marty here?” At first, he’d considered joining them and dismissed the thought as soon as it’d appeared. There was a chance his New Yorker twang would tip his ex-best friend off, and that wouldn’t do. The zebras all had the same voice and looks, but not the same thoughts or ways of e