prolonged whooshing, like blowing air into a balloon sputtering, like steam from a leaky boiler sighing, like sand slipping through one's fingers heavy, like the pages of the Sunday newspaper waxen, like the unwrapping of a sandwich Accounts of unicorns' rustling voices in literature include: Perhaps it was just the rustling of the leaves, but a voice seemed to say, "Don't leave Elysia. Stay . . . we need you." -- Kathie Billingslea Smith, The Enchanted Unicorn (1987) There was a rustling in the thick bushes and the unicorn burst through. -- Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies (1992) There was a rustle across the way. . . . On the other side of the stream a unicorn had stopped to drink. -- Kestrelsan, "In the Morning" (2003) In the forest not far from here I found a large hollow tree filled with dead leaves. As I began to make a bed for my child among the dead leaves, I heard a rustling and found a nest of fawns. They had been so well covered in leaves that I didn't see them until they moved. Each fawn had a tiny horn in the middle of its brow. -- Nigel Suckling, "King Arthur and the Unicorn" (1996)