Rising Star Adventure

JAN 7--New Years Traditions

For "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"  Prompt: Develop a new New Year's Eve tradition. It can be serious or humorous; possible or impossible.

Hmmm...My New Year's Tradition. Well, it's actually sort of a secret. Partly, because it's not socially acceptable and partly because people would think I was lying anyway. But, I don't want to make up some stupid fake story for this prompt, so here goes...

A little known fact about me, I actually turn into a unicorn on New Years, sort of like a werewolf on a full moon. In fact, that's where we got our name. I'm a were-icorn. My father is a were-icorn. My mother is a were-icorn. My grandfather, well, he was Baptist, but that's another story.

On New Years, we turn into a unicorn at dusk on December 31 and turn back human at dawn on January 1. (Unless we've had too much to drink. Then there is sometimes an intermediate time when we're German.) During the time when we are a unicorn, we eat the first born of our enemies. Now, a lot of people think that unicorns are herbivores, but we're not...or at least not when it comes to the first born of our enemies. Then we become omnivores. But as the first born, I can say from personal experience, that this is not the case for those of whom we are enemies...thankfully.

Actually, among our kind, there has recently been a grassroots movement among some who wish to fight for first born rights--Mainly, the right not to be eaten. It's made up predominantly of the second and third born--probably because we ate the first born who protested. But I digress...

The main point is, my New Years Tradition is to follow my natural were-icorn instincts and eat the first born of my enemies...and drink German beer.

While you can't become a were-icorn like me, YouTube has provided an instructional video by a creepy-skinny girl about how to become a shoenicorn.



And if you are now greatly distressed that I made you watch that, how about this one?




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