MarkelBloodBlighter was outstanding in her field.

The facts are these:

Her field was entomology. She was studying bugs, digging them up when several white horses ran past her.
Wait she thought. One of those white horses had a horn on it’s head. I must investigate.

Though a horse is not a bug, she was nontheless still intrigued.
Wandering closer to inspect the white horses, she stepped in something mushy.
She did not stop to investigate what was now stuck to her expensive Manolo Blahnik shoes.

When MarkelBloodBlighter got close enough to the horse, she realized with utter amazement that she was gazing upon the mythical creation known as the Unicorn.
A lovelier creature she had never theretofore laid eyes on.

MarkelBloodBlighter proceeded to mount the beautiful beast, putting her hand upon the horn, which promptly fell to the ground and shattered.
She cried.
The creature spoke to her, “Do not cry, a farmer glued that on my head, I am but a white horse like the others”.
That made MarkelBloodBlighter happy.