It was hot, far too hot for Jan. His normally sleek unicorn self was shaggy for winter's cold; now that winter's cold had turned into summer's heat, he was suffering. Head down, he nosed the sand, hoping to catch some of the cool ocean breezes. The heat made him sleepy, lethargic, and before he realised it, he'd half-drifted off. It was the ocean again, and he was helpless, being dragged by the tide, wounded and with no idea who he was. He washed up on a beach, and was found by a two-foot... read more
