“I want you to take a team of men with rifles and search the whole forest,” she said.
“Um, right.” Dieter sounded confused. “Sorry, did you say rifles?”
“Rifles. Rhymes with ‘stifles’. I want you to search every square centimetre, and if you find a unicorn, or a white horse with a horn sticking out of its head, I want it shot and brought to me immediately. You got that?”
“Sure,” Dieter replied, making a note. “Unicorns. What if we don’t find any?”
“Keep looking till you do.”
(from Blonde Bombshell by Tom Holt)
8*/10. The complete review is here.