unicorn horn

as a kid, an 11 year old boy, i found in the woods near our big white house in Simsbury, Connecticut, a single antler. it was a three foot long piece of smooth ivory, a twisted yellowing tusk. i knew it belonged to a Unicorn. it had to. there was no other explanation. i buried it under wet leaves and put a boy's spell on it for safe keeping. i told people about it but never showed it to anyone. finally, it was lost, or decayed into the ground or was absorbed into the ether. magic for sure. i still remember it like a favorite character in a book that stayed with me years later, or a lover from a dream too real for reality