Keratin Rhino

Log Entry
Unnamed Children’s Tale, Author Unknown

When the hunter wants a horn he must wish his family well. The horn, of course, will bring both wealth and scorn, and so the hunter was torn. Until the day his baby was born.

The hunter wished his family well and went off on his way, through forests, up mountains, over rivers and across deserts he searched for his golden prize. His baby in his thoughts while through the plains he did ride.

Peering through the optics he saw the most glorious sight indeed, the horn so big, so expensive, his family will finally feed.

The glorious horn never made it to museum, to market, or to town. The horn glimmers as it ever did, atop the metal beasts glorious crown.

At least he wished them well.