What's black and gold and farts rainbows?

[dizzojay]

... The picture I've just finished!

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Uncle Stanley had been Franklin County Commissioner for years. He hunted fish and he and my Aunt Barbara built their dream home on land he received as a retirement gift - on the road to the St. Regis Falls town dump, but hey, beautiful and free.
For his grandchildren and grandniece (me) he created a whole fairyland around an old stone foundation that almost looked like a dragon and three birch trees that had grown together and really did look like a humpbacked person leaning on a stick.
Crookback Jack turned the dragon to stone to keep an evil wizard from enslaving it.
While he was showing this to me at age ten, I showed him my latest unicorn book - which started with a quote from an explorer called Olaf Drapert who claimed to seen unicorns at the Canadian border.
"Probably did," said Uncle Stan. "A young one anyway."
"Really?" I said.
"Oh, lots of people see the young ones," he said. "Because they're born white, the way fawns are born all spotted. When they grown up, they get all camouflaged the way the adult deer are - like that one."
He pointed at a young male I hadn't seen. It stared back at us and walked away.
"Have you seen a unicorn?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," he said. "It might have been a unicorn, might have been a big deer, might have been a young moose. Hard to tell in the brush around here."
That has stayed with me ever since.
ETA as I write this, it occurs to me that everyone else in my life told me unicorns weren't real and to grow up.