Roll up. Roll up. Gentlefolk feast your eyes on this great spectacle.

Ladies and Gentlemen prepare to be amazed. You were expecting to see some fine horses standing in this lush paddock, but today there are no horses, no my dear friends, not one single, solitary, equine beastie. Today ladies and gentlemen I present to you the world’s only pushmi-pullyu.

This gentlefolk is the world’s rarest crossbreed. Its father was a wild gazelle from the savannahs of Afrique,  its mother the last Icelandic unicorn, the purest of all unicorns. Which bathed in volcanic springs and ate only the most subtle crowberries. Gaze upon this fine creature which has (as you can doubtlessly see) two heads at opposite ends of its body.

Don’t get too close now. Its majestic beauty is alas matched by tragedy. When it tries to move, both heads try to go in opposite directions.