[it's quite the dilemma, when the fat stuffed unicorn—the only one of its kind—is won by a man who seems to have had a lucky throw, all the while a young girl had been coveting it for the better part of her time at the circus. wanda had approached the young girl as her face was about to split with tears, and with a gentle voice confirm that she wasn't lost — just really, really wanted the unicorn.

it is lucky, then, to hear the man ask a rhetorical question to the stuffed toy just as wanda approaches, the girl holding her hand and shyly standing behind her.]

Perhaps it will be a wonderful new decoration to your room.

[she smiles, looking down at the girl who doesn't think it is possible for a winner to give away their prize by just asking.]

Or if you already have too many unicorns... I know someone who would love to have it.

[there is a weakness to children, wanda herself victim to their innocence and simple desires.]