pitched forward as if it, too, were listening. -- Peter S. Beagle, Immortal Unicorn (1999) a placid munching of sweet grass The pure white unicorn was carefully munching at the bright green grass. -- Katrina Patton, A Journey into Imagination (2001) a blithe chortle echoing in a soft patter of rainfall The unicorn whinnied like it was laughing. -- Gail Haley, Mountain Jack Tales (1992)