our pets are unusual

my little sister has a persnickety pretty polka dotted dragon I stay clear of him even when his tail is wagg’n. I myself ride a slightly off-kelter purple unicorn who when he was a baby somehow lost his horn we will race each other, my little sister and I. Our judge is a day owl named Old Sly. Old Sly should be nocturnal, but refuses to be. I admit our pets are unusual, and I mean all three.