At the end of it's tail there is pink pom-pom sort of thing which, when asked, my daughter says, "is for banging things, like tambourines." I didn't even know she knew the word "tambourine." Hooray for school, I say. At the front end is a single horn "for spearing things" and "showing off." "Like a male impala?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "but better, for s'mores."
It has a platypussian bill, and a curl in front of it's horn like a Kewpie doll. "Is it fast?" I asked her. "Not at all," my daughter said, "because it doesn't need to be."
Like the most Interesting Man in the World or a Chuck Norris joke, "Things don't run after it."