Cora found herself in the Vast Plains. It was a beautiful day for running around declaring her status as the last penticorn. The sun was shining and there weren't any clouds in the sky to dampen her spirits. There weren't many people around either, but that was okay because she had a large mouth. As the bleached penticorn galloped around the Vast Plains, she got further and further away from civilization. She didn't realize how far out she had gone because she was too busy telling everyone that she was the last penticorn. When she ran into people or other animals she would tell them quite loudly, "I'm the last penticorn!" Then she would toss her mane around for a bit, then gallop off shouting backward, "My name is Cora!", as if it was an afterthought. But even when there was no one around she was shouting her name and her status as the last penticorn. It was quite annoying if one would hear her. It was only a matter of time before she either ran into another penticorn or made somebody very mad or... she got very lost.
