Nathan said, tentatively, "Well, the unicorn knows some truths. They are small and straightforward, but they are certainly true."
Stephan added, "The dragon knows some truths. They are large and complex and hard to swallow. They might suit you."
The poet shook her head. "I do not want to waste time; there are many poems inside me, and my fingers are itching to get them out. Who has the most truth? The biggest, deepest, largest number of truths?"
And the crows said, "Ah." They rubbed their beaks against her hair one last time, then took off, flying back up to the top of the crossroads sign.