Llewellyn didn't know what possessed him to come this way. It seemed a decent enough shortcut, and beyond he could smell sweet grass and fruits. With his belly rumbling and food at the forefront of his brain, everything else sort of went away and he didn't stop to actually think.
Just because rabbits and squirrels could maneuver through a briar patch, it didn't mean a unicorn could.
Now, halfway through the patch, he found himself hopelessly stuck.
Thorny branches tangled in his mane and around his long, spiraled horn, and Llewellyn shook his head to try to free himself but only seemed to get tangled more. At first, his predicament had been mildly embarrassing, but now he was starting to feel the first pangs of panic as the brambles snared him and held tight, pulling at his mane and scratching at his face. His tail thrashed in agitation and he pawed at the ground with his cloven hooves, jerking his body as though he could slash himself free with his horn, but it didn't work; it only tired him and left him breathing hard, nostrils flared and sides heaving.
Stuck! He was stuck! And all for a patch of berries ahead! Panicking in earnest then, he let out a shrill whinny and began to thrash more, opening shallow cuts on his body, red splotches against his white pelt.
