        A moment’s consideration of the alien’s physique made him realize that there was no other way it could have gotten the book to him, unless it pushed it with its nose.  The alien’s feet—hooves—would have a very hard time grasping, especially if it did wear shoes.  He giggled: here he was on a beach with an alien creature that looked like a unicorn, and of all the questions that kept popping into his mind, the one which seemed to vex him the most was whether or not it wore horseshoes.