If you read the King James Version of the Bible–and of course you do, if you’re concerned about the misinterpretations offered by, say the NRSV–you are no stranger to the fact of unicorns in days of yore.
I also searched the Bible for cyclops, but to no avail.
And while I’m on the subject of animals, and since the previous post referred to my dear Canela, I’ll just say that the dog-narrated book The Art of Racing in the Rain, which I quite happily reshelved after reading only several short chapters of its shallow philosophical cuteness (“Let me tell you this: the Weather Channel is not about weather; it is about the world!“), has made me feel a special kinship to our mutt, for no particular reason other than it made me realize that she’s always excited to see and greet me, the alpha male, which is something special after dwelling all day in my professional world of seventh-grade moodiness.
