"I've never really undestood," the unicorn mused as the man picked himself up," what you dream of doing with me, once you've caught me." The man leap… - Peter S. Beagle

Your topsoil's a disaster area — it's starved for nitrogen, it's been fertilized for years by the criminally insane, and whatever thief put in your irrigation system ought to be flogged through the fleet.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment

This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for he’s none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the wind’s right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pooka’s mystery even to the Pooka.