Gift A Children’s Ebook:”Unicorns Come at Night” by Pauline Gallagher


Unicorns Come at Night  by Pauline Gallagher© 2016.  The death of a pet is a terrifying experience for children.  It is difficult to console a child.  This ebook story was written with this sad reality in mind.


I believe that after death, there is a place reserved for both animals and humans.  I have not called this “heaven” so as to avoid a specific reference to any particular religion.  It is simply called THE PLACE to make it a universal and comforting reference.unknown-3




The cover artwork was a gift to me from a good friend, Tina Green, who lives in France.  All other images have been taken from the “Public Domain Site” and to the best of my knowledge, all of these images are non-copyright.  This story is not in the correct formatting compared to its ebook publishing final results.

Here is a short excerpt.  This story is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple iBooks and other distribute world wide.   If you enjoy the story, please pass this on to friends.  Thank you,   Pauline (Gallagher)

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Unicorns Come at Night

Unicorns Come At Night- Book Cover
Unicorns Come At Night-Book Cover designed by Tina Green and given to Paula Key as a gift.

Chapter 1 – Chestnut and Jill

Unknown-5They knelt around him, their bodies casting shadows around the dimly lit stable. The veterinarian looked at Mr. Morgan and Jill. He shook his head. Jill Morgan felt a cold shiver creep over her entire body. She felt powerless as she looked down at her dying horse. Tears filled the teenager’s eyes. Her stomach felt tight and sore.

“Come along, Jill. Why don’t we let Chestnut rest? suggested Mr. Morgan. He led his daughter out of the barn. Glancing back for one last look, Jill’s sobbing shook her body. She reached for the door to steady her feet. Mr. Morgan put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder. His voice was gentle and full of love.

“Chestnut has lived a long, long life. Right now, he is a very sick horse.”

“Why don’t you just say that he is dying?” yelled Jill, as she twisted herself free of her father’s arm

“All things must die, Jill.” whispered her father.

This was a fact that Jill could not deny. Why did death have to happen to her horse? She was not ready for such an event. Her head began to hurt and she felt dizzy again. It was impossible to imagine a day without Chestnut. Slowly, she walked with her father back to the house. There was an uncomfortable silence. Neither of them knew what to say.

The dinner food remained on Jill’s plate in spite of encouraging words from her mother. Amy, her younger sister, spoke non-stop about her friends in the third grade. Jill smiled and tried to talk whenever someone spoke to her. As if sensing her pain, Mrs. Morgan gave permission for her daughter to leave the table.

“It will be over by morning!” her father’s voice was kind and yet, firm.

Fear and panic exploded in Jill’s mind. She rushed upstairs to the peace and safety of her bedroom.images-4

Tears flooded her pillow, as Jill buried her face in it. She felt alone and afraid. Inside her were many questions about death. What was it like to die? Did animals and humans go to the same place? Why did death have to take people and animals that were loved?

The night became darker. Jill could not stop thinking about death. Her grandparents were both dead. Grandpa Morgan had died four years earlier.

Just weeks before his death, grandpa asked Jill to take care of old Chestnut. She had kept her promise and the horse became her best friend. Now, just like her grandpa, Chestnut would soon be dead. Life did not seem fair. Life had too much pain in it.

Jill rolled over to the edge of the bed and took a picture frame off the side table. She smiled at the joy on the faces of grandpa and grandma Morgan.

Chestnut, a young horse, was pulling their wedding day carriage. Jill did not remember her grandmother. She had died before Jill was born. What would she have been like? How did grandpa feel after she died? Jill had asked her grandpa these questions. Now her mind would go back in time to remember the answers.


There was one particular night that Jill remembered. She was a small girl at grandpa’s farm. The two of them played a favorite game. Jill sat on his knees on the old rocker and he would say the same familiar words.

“Jill ask me a question, any question!”

Together, they had covered such topics as the stars, unicorns, earthquakes and foreign countries. One particular night, Jill had asked him a different question.

“Grandpa, why did grandma die?”

She remembered that he had not answered immediately. When he did, there were tears in his eyes. His voice was sad when he spoke.

“Jill, your grandmother died because it was the time for her to go!”

“Go where, grandpa?”

“There is a place for everyone and everything that dies,” replied her grandpa. “It is a great place of happiness.   North American Indians call it the “Happy Hunting Grounds.”

Her grandfather showed Jill a painting he had displayed in his office.   Jill noted that the artist was Sophie Iremonger. She saw many horses, birds and animals.


Jill wanted desperately to believe that such a place existed. The clock ticked away as Jill slept. Suddenly, a familiar noise woke her up. Had she been dreaming or had she heard Chestnut?

Scrambling out of bed, Jill made her way down the stairs and out to the barn.

The heavy breathing of Chestnut told Jill that he was still alive. She adjusted the warm blanket, and gently stroked his head. Chestnut opened his eyes and snorted. This was his way of greeting her. For a moment, she looked at each other through the eyes of love.

Jill started to speak to Chestnut. She lay down in the straw and put her arm across his neck. His warm face felt good against her cheek. He snorted and it was the snort of happiness. Without warning, Chestnut’s body shook. Jill became frightened. She began to speak out loud to him.

“Chestnut, do you remember the first time we met?

Do you remember how we trained and trained?


Of course, I fell off many times, but you always came to see if I was O.K.”

Chestnut opened his eyes and snorted gently.

“You understand, don’t you? Do you remember the golden statue we won?”


And now, my bedroom is full of all the trophies and ribbons we won together. If you get well, we could win more!”


Chestnut’s body shook. Jill hugged him closer to herself. She wondered what would happen to Chestnut after he died. Was there a horse heaven? She had read more about the Happy Hunting Grounds after her grandfather’s story. Would Chestnut go there?

The thoughts of Chestnut dying made Jill cry. She sobbed quietly. Chestnut opened one eye. Jill thought she saw tears in it. Was he aware that he was dying? In the next few seconds, he made an effort to gently nibble her hand. Jill bent down and kissed him on the side of the face. Suddenly, and without warning, Chestnut stopped breathing. Jill shook his head.

“Breathe! Chestnut, breath!” yelled the girl.images-6

There was no sign of life in the eyes of Chestnut. Jill began frightened. She jumped to her feet. She could not control her voice. She screamed, “Chestnut, it’s not time for you to go!”

images-7Startled by Jill’s shouting, a large owl took off from a beam near the roof of the barn. Jill walked behind it and watched it fly out into the night sky.

Above her, stars twinkled and stretched out like an enormous carpet of diamonds. A full moon lit up the speckled sky.


Just then, Jill noticed a dark object moving across the face of the moon. She stared through her tears, unable to identify the shape. The dark image was coming closer to her. What could it be? Jill rubbed her eyes in disbelief at what she saw. Heading towards her was a winged unicorn.


The young girl looked immediately towards the barn. She told herself that her mind was playing tricks on her. People often imagined that they were seeing things when they were upset. And she was upset!

Jill stopped looking at the night sky. She decided that she should return to the house.

“I will wake up mom and dad. They should know that Chestnut has died!”

Saying these words out loud made Jill cry again.

The night air felt refreshing as Jill turned the corner of the barn. Her home was in sight. She felt safe. She decided that there was no unicorn flying in the night sky. She might as well look up at the sky again.

She had not been imagining things – her heart was wildly thumping. Approaching from the northwest, just above the treetops, was a magnificent white unicorn!

Unicorns Come At Night- Book Cover
Unicorns Come At Night-
Book Cover

Jill stared at the wonderful sight. Large wings balanced its beautiful body, as it descended slowly towards the ground. The young girl marveled as the wings curled backward helping to slow its speed. Jill had seen airplanes reduce speed by using parachutes in a similar way.

“No one will believe me!” Jill said to herself.

Closer and closer came the unicorn, adjusting its speed. As its hooves touched the concrete driveway, sparks flew in all directions.

“There must be marks all over the road,” thought Jill. She remembered that her father had recently paved the driveway.

“Dad is going to be really mad when he sees those skid marks!”

Sleep was now out of the question. She forgot that he intention was to tell her parents about Chestnut’s death. Instead, Jill hid behind a rain barrel.


The magnificent unicorn walked gracefully towards the barn. Her coat was dazzling white. Silver curls of silk-like hair hung down each side of her mane. A glistening golden horn emerged from the centre of her head. It was studded with diamonds and gems of many colours.

The moonlight cast a shadow on the unicorn. Jill watched the ground. The shadow danced like a pony when it moved. Each hoof was lifted with the face of a ballerina and they flashed when moonbeams hit them. The unicorn pranced towards the barn with its ringlets bouncing from her mane.

“She must be the Queen of the Unicorns, but why was she here. Why was she going into Chestnut’s barn?

End of sample Chapter

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Louis Braille: Teen Genius Who Invented Printing for the Blind

Louis at age 15 invented the language of braille
Louis at age 15 invented the language of braille

Louis Riel was totally blind by the time he was 5 years old.  He was born in 1809 in the French village of Coupvray about 20 miles east of Paris.  He loved to play with his father’s tools, but one day a tragedy happened.  He was only 3 years of age when he picked up a tool called an awl.


An awl


This tool makes holes in leather.  He put his eyes too close to the leather and the tool damaged one eye so bad that he could not see from it.  Then, the other eye was infected by the accident and Louis was declared blind.  

Louis Gets An Education

Louis had parents that knew that every child should be educated.  Louis went to a small nearby school.  The teachers told Louis’ parents that their son was intelligent and creative.  Later, they sent him  to Paris where there was a school for the blind.  Here, Louis found books with  alphabet letters raised up on the pages.  These books were so expensive to print that the school had only 14 of them.  They were also difficult to read because a student had to put all the letters together in his or her mind and remember all of them in order to make a sentence.

Louis Learned Music

organ - see the number of keys that Louis had to remember
organ – see the number of keys that Louis had to remember

Being blind did not stop Louis from putting his talents into practise.  He learned to play the cello and the organ.  He was so good at the organ that churches asked him to play for them.

From the Army Comes An Invention

The dots and dashes used by the army - known as Morse Code
The dots and dashes used by the army – known as Morse Code

Louis learned that the army was able to send messages at night by a code of dots and dashes.  This was a good idea because if the message was written on paper, a soldier would have to strike a match in the dark.  The enemy would see the flame of the match and the soldier would be shot.  Louis studied this code and in time, he invented his own code.  People called his invention “Braille” as it was his last name and this was to honour him.

Back in His Father’s Workshop


Louis now 15 years of age, remembered the tool that had made him blind.  This time, the tool would be used to help blind people to read.  He looked again at the dots and dashes of the army code.  The dashes were too hard for blind people to read.  Louis decided to just use dots.  Over the following days, Louis used only six dots for the alphabet.  The position of the dots would represent each letter of the alphabet.  No letter would have more than six dots.  This time when he picked up the awl, the tool that had made him blind, it would be used to raise up dots.


Braille is Used All Over the World

Thanks to a 15 year old boy, people can read and study.  Think about your own talents.  What can you do to make this a better world for people?