Unicorn Land

July 19th, 2026

“Grandpa, talk for the stuffies!”

Asher, our grandson, often demands that I speak for his stuffed animals. He has dozens of them, and he will suddenly toss several stuffies at me and then expect me to invent a conversation between them. I do all the voices. He has three unicorn stuffies that he likes to put into the mix. One is white in color and called “Snowflake”. One is pink and known as “Uni”. There is unicorn/llama hybrid that simply goes by “Unicorn Llama”. These three stuffies are the guardians of Unicorn Land, which is the exotic setting for most of these episodes. Asher likes to have other stuffies visit Unicorn Land and I have to include them in the narrative.

This morning’s chapter went like this:

A new character shows up. He is a small, intensely purple elephant named “Purple”. The unicorns welcome him.

Snowflake: “Hi, welcome to Unicorn Land!”

Purple: “Hi. I’m Purple. I live here too.”

Snowflake: “Really? Since when?”

Purple: “I was born here. I’m a unicorn elephant.”

Snowflake: “Oh. That’s odd.”

Purple: “Well, you have a unicorn llama here. Why not an elephant?”

Note: There is apparently birthright citizenship in Unicorn Land.

Snowflake: “Uh, yeah. So, what do you do here?”

Purple: “I’ve been using my unicorn magic to make some improvements.”

Snowflake: “Like what?”

Purple: “I changed the colors on the flowers. I love using different colors. Now, the roses are blue, and the daisies are orange, and the goldenrod blossoms are red.”

Snowflake: “You made the goldenrod red? It’s supposed to be bright yellow. That’s why it’s called goldenrod.”

Purple: “No problem! we can call it redrod, or scarletrod, or crimsonrod!”

Snowflake: “Wait, wait, wait. You can’t just change everything. The animals who come to visit Unicorn Land expect to find things beautiful, but familiar. We welcome guests here and we want them to relax and be happy.”

Purple: “But it’s boring for the guests if it all stays the same. Hey, and you guys have a rainbow waterfall! That’s not normal!”

Snowflake: “Uh yeah, that’s true, but we are magical here, and that is part of our vibe. We try to keep Unicorn Land magical, but not too weird. You know, a few rainbows here and there, and some sparkles and moonbeams scattered around the place.”

Purple: “But I like new colors for things, especially red.”

Uni: “We like new things too, but not too much of them. Change most of the daisies back to white and the orange daisies will stick out more. Visitors will notice the orange flowers better if they are surrounded by a lot of white ones.”

Purple: “Yeah, I guess so. Does the goldenrod have to be yellow?”

Unicorn Llama: “Yes.”

Uni: “You could just brighten up some of the colors that are already in Unicorn Land. That would be magical too.”

Purple: “Aww, I never get to have any fun.”

Snowflake: “How about this? We have a valley in Unicorn Land that we haven’t enchanted yet. It’s all a dull grey. What if you color the rocks to make it look like the Grand Canyon?”

Purple: “Yes! When can I start?”

Snowflake: “Now.”

Purple: “Off I go! It’s magic time!”

There is a short pause.

“Purple: “I’m back! How do you like it!”

Unicorn Llama: “Beautiful!”

Uni: “Nice!”

Snowflake: “You rock!”

Purple: “I didn’t get to use much red. Where can I got use some red color?”

Snowflake: “Ever hear of the planet Mars?”

Finish the Story!

February 19th, 2026

“Finish the story!” is the first thing that Asher says to his grandma (Oma) in the morning when he sees her.

Asher is five years old, and he loves stories. More specifically, he likes the stories that Oma tells him. Actually, the various stories are just small parts of one huge, never-ending epic. The stories are tales that Karin makes up as she goes along. However, they are never just her ideas. Asher often interrupts her and changes or embellishes the narrative. They are both endlessly inventive, so the story careens from one plot twist to another with enough characters to fill a Russian novel. I have been told to record the story for posterity, but I don’t see that being possible, since I am not there with Asher and Oma all the time. I catch snippets of the tale while I am in earshot, but then I lose the thread when I am absent. So, the best I can do is give you bits and pieces.

All the characters are animals, some real and some fantastical. Like Adam in the Book of Genesis, Asher gets to name all the animals. One of the animals is a zebra named Black Stripe. The main characters are three young elephants, Grey, Blue, and Teal. They are named that way because those are their respective colors. The three elephants are with their parents on holiday. They are at a campsite, and they start their adventures there.

Seeing as Asher demands his story at the beginning of the day, Karin starts by describing what the elephants are having for breakfast. Since Oma is a German who likes her traditional “Hafergrütze” (cooked or soaked oat groats), that is what the elephants eat. Oma adds strawberries, apples, and bananas into the bowl, so the elephants get to enjoy those things in their meal. They also get golden yoghurt in the mix. There actually is such a thing as golden yoghurt. It’s made by Clover Meadows, and it contains maple syrup and vanilla. It comes in a bottle with a gold-colored lid, hence the name.

The elephants frolic at the campsite. They have interesting visitors. Unicorns show up, of course. One of them is named Sparkle. That seems to be a common name for unicorns. The unicorns take the elephants to Unicorn Land, and there they do magical things. At one point, Unicorn Land is invaded by dinosaurs. Asher wanted to know if the unicorns and elephants are going to be okay. Karin told him that the T. Rex is a nice dinosaur except when he gets hungry, so the elephants keep him well fed. They all eat rainbow-colored pancakes shaped like themselves.

Then a dragon rudely enters Unicorn Land. He causes havoc for a while. The unicorn fire department tries to put out his flaming breath but then decides to let the dragon be like a small blowtorch to light campfires so that everybody can roast marshmallows.

And it goes on and on and on…

The saga reminds of the book The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. That story is in many ways similar to the tale of Asher and Oma. Ende is one of the most imaginative authors who ever lived. His book often veers off on a tangent and briefly hints at other fascinating subsidiary plots. However, Ende always reels himself back in and simply dismisses the nonessential details by saying,

“But that’s another story and shall be told another time.”

I am still waiting for “another time”.

Oma’s tale has many side stories, and I expect those will also be told “another time”.