In a mystical forest, not too far, lived a young unicorn named Twinkle Star. Twinkle's horn was shiny and bright, it gleamed and sparkled day and night.

One morning Twinkle woke to find, her horn was gone! Oh, what a bind! She searched beneath the cherry tree and asked the buzzing bumblebee.

The bee buzzed, 'It flew away, to the Rainbow Falls, so they say.' Twinkle trotted, hoofs clip-clop, hoping her horn wouldn’t stop.

Through the meadows, she did prance, past the frogs that love to dance. Up the hill and down the dale, following a fluffy tail.

A squirrel chattered, 'I did see, it floated by the emerald tree.' Past the tree a river flowed, where the golden fishes glowed.

She crossed the river with a leap, the fishes jumped and made a peep. On the bank, a rabbit sat, twirling whiskers, tipping hat.

'Your horn?' the rabbit did inquire, 'It rolled past the lilac spire.' Twinkle galloped, heart alight, to reclaim her horn so bright.

Beneath the spire, no horn was found, only flowers on the ground. She sighed and thought of Butterfly, who loves to flutter in the sky.

With a whisper, she called out loud, 'Butterfly, with wings so proud, have you seen my horn today? Please help me find it, if you may?'

Butterfly twirled and dipped, with wings so bright, her flight was swift. 'It’s on a cloud!' she did declare, 'Catch the wind, and you’ll get there!'

Twinkle laughed and gave a cheer, her friends so kind and full of cheer. She found her horn on a puffy cloud, made her heart feel so proud.

With a hop and skip, she placed it back, her magic horn – no more lack. 'Thank you, friends,' she shouted loud, 'Together we found my horn so proud!'