The registrar stood open-mouthed next to the professor. Before them was a twisted unicorn’s horn, an echo of that owned by the widow Dimanche, who sold water-cress in the streets of Paris. The patient was unmoved.
Plans were made for the removal of the horn. The patient nodded and thanked the doctors.
The registrar whistled as they walked away. “A shame there were no students today, eh, Prof…”, he said.
The professor’s eyebrows raised, “No students?”. The professor smiled as they walked on, “we are all students, my boy, we are all students…”
Cornu cutaneum
Further reading:A little girl with a sebaceous horn
About Chris Nickson
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