While unicorns are nice, they're overdone.
Narwhals, they're different. Not many people know what their deal is, let alone what they are. Hell, I've even known a few delinquents who refused to believe they weren't a mythical beast and claimed that National Geographic's footage of their migration was a 'hoax' (it's okay, they go to Griffith now).
Narwhals, they're different. Not many people know what their deal is, let alone what they are. Hell, I've even known a few delinquents who refused to believe they weren't a mythical beast and claimed that National Geographic's footage of their migration was a 'hoax' (it's okay, they go to Griffith now).
And while they may sometimes be referred to as the 'unicorns of the sea', that impressive tusk isn't even on their head. They should be the rabbits of the sea, as it's one giant tooth, that protrudes through their upper lip and extends for up to few metres... a tad off-putting, but hey, they're kinda cute.
Sometimes it seems like whatever's roaming around on the land, there's a seaworthy equivalent. The landlubber cow has its dugong counterpart, lizards get large and lakey as crocodiles, and some scientists claim that even humans descended from an 'aquatic ape', hence our love and relative ease for swimming. I think I never received the swimming gene though.
So what's triggered all my evolutionary thinking all of a sudden? My notebook has a unicorn sticker on it. And while unicorns might not exist, the sticker also says I'm a "groovy chick", and that's certainly no lie.