Could it be this beautiful lady?
Here she is just 3 and a half months old. Still a baby unicorn.
Then here a bit older teaching Donald how to properly dress her in her new halter-halter.
He's a bit clumsy and slow, but then he's a devoted servant. I must have patience with him.
I finally succeeded in teaching Donald to take my mother to the pedestal so that I can eat my dinner more comfortably. You see, I am getting so big it's difficult to bend down and reach under. Good human. Nice human. Have a treat for yourself human.
Here I am protecting my mother Altea and my human, Donald, as we go into the deep dark woods bear and lion hunting.
And today, just when we needed it, wouldn't you know the camera went on the fritz. Oh well, trust me, at 12 months, I am even more beautiful, brave, and strong as a yearly filly, as I was at 8 months - if such a thing is possible.
It's not difficult to see where I come by my beauty, strength, and regal bearing.
OPPS! WRONG PICTURE! I've no idea who that is above.
Here she is, my mother.
OPPS! STILL THE WRONG PICTURE! Really, I've never seen her before.
Here's the picture I meant. My mother, Altea.
I am one year old today, and Donald and my mother are taking me up the mountain to hunt bears and lions again to celebrate. Probably won't see any. They run away when they hear me coming.
When you sing happy birthday to me you may if you wish, not use my full name, Bonalaria, as that can be hard to say in a song. Just sing happy birthday Bonnie.
Though I do admit I find human voices just a little hard to take sometimes.