A unicorn warns

Jazzy: I saw you looking at that field.

Me: What? You mean the meadow on the way back from town?

Jazzy: You were looking at the horses, weren't you?

Me: No...

Jazzy: Don't pretend.

Me: There were horses but-

Jazzy: They seem majestic. Just running about in the sun. You like horse riding don't you? You like the idea of trekking through the hills. It's all so peaceful. But you don’t know them like I do.

Me: I assumed horses and unicorns…

Jazzy: Were friends? Sure. It all starts friendly. Until the sun implodes and the four horses of the apocalypse arrive.

Me: I think you mean horsemen?

Jazzy: Oh yeah, humans are always in control. That's why you dribble sometimes.