The Borrowed Shadow

On Thursdays, the unicorn came to the waterfall to borrow a shadow. Its own had wandered off years ago, tired of following such a beautiful creature everywhere. The girl lent hers gladly, though it made her look rather peculiar in the sunlight. While the unicorn drank, her shadow grazed beside it, nibbling at the moss. By evening, it always returned, damp around the edges and smelling faintly of rain.