If I knew a unicorn, for real

She'd be called Jazzy. And she'd be trouble. But I'd still want a unicorn (disclaimer: I'm not talking about people with ice-cream cones on their heads.)

Police woman with hat: Ma'am, does this unicorn belong to you?

M: She lives with me.

Jazzy the unicorn: I belong to no-one....

Police: We found her trespassing.

Jazzy: Like the wind. Or the open road.

Police: And she's been vandalising property.

Me: Jazzy!

Jazzy: I made a rainbow.

Police: You painted a mile-long rainbow down the high street.

Me: I told you- rainbows aren't magic here. You can't paint them and use them for travel.

Jazzy: You constrain me.