Unicorn was bored and sick. He felt miserable. After he had breakfast at the Blue Jay Cafe he found a spot on a stoop and smoked his pipe. A troll came by which was unusual as Unicorn had not seen a troll since his Billy Goat Gruff days.
"I challenge you to a game of fingers." said the troll.
"I can not play this game as I do not have the necessary appendages."
He shook a hoof at the troll.
"How do you smoke that pipe then?" asked the troll.
 "I smoke it with my mouth." replied Unicorn.
The answer seemed to not satisfy the troll who gave a mild harumph.
"Sing a song then." said Unicorn.
The troll gave a sly grin and began a song.
"On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides,
On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
With sun and dew and sprinkled
light the two of them caught sail and flew
across the street to the liquor store. 'twas there
they bought a pint of Old Jack Barrel
and went to to drink it in the park,
and went to drink it in the park."
He finished the song with a little dance his arms outstretched.
Unicorn puffed on his pipe.
 "Good song. I'll buy the first bottle. No rides!" 
But the troll was gone.