Lake Lewisia #1144

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There were gasps of horror from the audience and judges when Deirdre said her cake creation, posed on the table next to her and bubbling over with syrup, contained a real unicorn horn. Before anyone could ask for clarification, though, the table began to shake, destroying the little diorama of a waterfall and forested mountain that sparkled with magic from the distinctly horn-like spire at the peak. Then a pygmy unicorn sprinted out from under the tablecloth, trailing buttercream and sponge cake from its horn, its patience for its part in the bit of trickery exhausted.

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LL#1144