Dana: I haven't been getting very much sleep lately.
A-L: What ails you?
Dana: Have I told you about the unicorn upstairs?
A-L: No, indeed you have not. Tell all.
Dana: Well, there's a new "person" living in the room above mine. Lots of noise, at night. I've gone upstairs to introduce myself, and to express my concern about the noise. And this "person" is never home.
A-L: Ah, yes. I'm familar with upstairs neighbors. What makes you think it's a unicorn?
Dana: There's lots of prancing about. I can hear the clip-clopping of hooves. And it keeps odd hours. Tell-tale signs. Others have confirmed it sounds like a unicorn.
A-L: Well I'll be. I'd love to bring my nieces over. I'm sure they'd be *thrilled* to meet a unicorn.
Dana: I'll see if we can arrange a pot luck.