"The carousel is old," Annika thought. "Maybe even ancient..." It was smaller than any she'd seen before, and instead of horses, unicorns danced around its center. Well, maybe not danced... they seemed more like they were on a melancholy march. Their sad faces made them look like the most miserable creatures ever. Rhys said the carousel was a historical monument... it had been in the town park for as long as anyone could remember. Little did the girl and boy know that they were about to discover there was more than history inhabiting the little carousel... there was also magic. The miserable...