There was a unicorn named Rob. One day when Rob was sleeping somebody stole his horns. But who could have done such a thing? Rob was not a unicorn anymore. He went to the lost and found hoping that his horn was there but it wasn’t. When Rob was walking home from school he saw a red beam pointing directly on his butt. Peeeeeew the beam was shot… Whoever was trying to kill Rob had really bad aim because the beam hit the bush next to Rob. Rob ran as fast as he could. He locked the door and barricaded it with his couch. He closed the shades. Something still didn’t feel right. Then a loud boom came from upstairs in Rob’s room. He dashed to it and opened the closest only to find a rat nibbling on his cloths. It turns out that Rob took the rat’s cheese and it got very angry. The cheese was in Rob’s jeans.