Brother Noah told Alph to make sure all the animals were aboard the ark. “Gotta get moving, Alph. Look at those storm clouds.”
Alph reported back shortly. “Everything is all set, Noah, except the unicorns won’t come down from the rocks.”
“They’re always so annoying. Vivian!” Noah yelled.
The sexy siren sauntered over. “Yo.”
“Please use a few of your special brownies to tempt the unicorns onto the ark. It’s starting to drizzle.”
“On it, boss.” She strutted away.
After she was out of earshot, Alph whispered to Noah, “I didn’t know she was bringing her special brownies!”
“Well, of course!” Noah clapped him on the back. “We’re going to be bored as f… heck. The rains are gonna last a while, the big guy said.”
A few minutes later, Vivian reappeared with a pair of unicorns trotting beside her. And a surprise guest!
“Look who I found lounging around with the unicorns,” Vivian said.
“Jeremiah.” Alph rolled his eyes. “Uh, we already have a poet on board. No need for more. You can wait here for our return.”
“You can never have too many poets, my friend,” Jeremiah argued. “Plus, I can’t write in the rain. It gives me a headache.”
“I think you can have too many–” Alph began, but Vivian interrupted and said, “He can share my cabin.”
Noah came around the side of the ark and grinned. “Unicorns! Alrighty then! Hello, Jeremiah, why are you here?”
“I’m the backup poet,” Jeremiah said.
“Great! I’m promoting you to Assistant Manager of Janitorial Services. The tigers need you already. They had a big lunch. Get going.”
With everyone settled in, including the happy unicorns, the ark began its floaty journey as the rains beat down upon the earth day after day, week after week, etc.
Finally, the storm ended and the waters began to recede from the lands. Noah found a safe place to dock and let the ark’s inhabitants once again roam free. Alph reclaimed his former position as CEO of Abacus, Inc. and Vivian opened a pastry shop.
Jeremiah decided he enjoyed working with big cats more than writing poetry, but a weird thing happened. Once on dry land, being around felines made him itchy and sneezy. His throat swelled up until it was hard to breathe.
“I don’t understand what difference it makes being at sea,” Vivian said as the friends got together at her shop for dessert. “Maybe there was something else about the ship.”
“At least we aren’t covered with silly unicorn glitter,” Alph said. “Now that they’re off cavorting upon the rocks again.”
“Maybe the sparkles protected Jer from tiger hives!” Vivian ran off with a handful of special brownies and a brush. She returned with a sackful of unicorn hair and glitter.
Jeremiah shrugged and rubbed the mess over himself. “Why not?”
“Let us know how it works!” Alph called after him as he ran off to see the kitties. “Hey, Viv. Got any more special brownies?”
(As it turns out, unicorns have magical properties to protect humans from that most terrible of afflictions: CAT ALLERGIES!)
Genre Challenge: Alternate History