Earl enjoyed his grasses.
He knew them by heart.
Ryes, blues, swtiches, bermuda…you name it, Earl knew it.
He knew them through more than simple rote memory.
You see, he knew them by their taste.
Earl, it would happen, was a Unicorn.
And what a Unicorn was he.
By most accounts in the world of the Unicorn, Earl was (quite simply) – remarkable.
What set him apart was not his taste in grasses, but rather, the manner in which he lived.
You see, most creatures are more than happy to only exist.
Earl, he lived with verve.
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