Bartholomew Buttonsworth, a mild-mannered accountant with a penchant for brightly colored socks, stumbled upon a most unusual sight during his lunch break in the park. A unicorn, resplendent in a shimmering coat of amethyst and gold, was… well, let's just say it was relieving itself. And not just relieving itself of ordinary equine waste, oh no. This unicorn was expelling a vibrant, shimmering rainbow, a breathtaking arc of sugary sweetness that arced gracefully across the manicured lawn.

Bartholomew, initially speechless, quickly recovered his composure (accountants are known for their composure, after all). He cautiously approached the still-glowing rainbow-poo, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He’d always had a fascination with rainbows, ever since he’d accidentally eaten a box of rainbow-flavored jelly beans as a child (a story he rarely shared).

With a hesitant hand, Bartholomew plucked a section of the rainbow, its texture surprisingly smooth and cool to the touch. He brought it to his lips, expecting perhaps a burst of sugary sweetness, or maybe a faint taste of unicorn magic. Instead, he was met with a flavor explosion unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It tasted of sunshine and freshly baked blueberry muffins, with a hint of sea salt and the faintest whisper of cinnamon. The colors themselves seemed to dance on his tongue, each hue contributing a unique and delightful sensation.

As he devoured the rainbow-poo, Bartholomew felt a strange energy coursing through his veins. He began to levitate slightly, his socks glowing with an ethereal luminescence. He could hear the whispers of the wind, the chirping of unseen crickets, and the secret conversations of the squirrels. He understood the language of flowers, the anxieties of earthworms, and the philosophical musings of a particularly grumpy ladybug.

His lunch break extended far beyond its allotted time. By the time he finally returned to his office, Bartholomew Buttonsworth was no longer just a mild-mannered accountant. He was Bartholomew Buttonsworth, Rainbow-Poo-Eating, Slightly Levitating, Multi-Lingual Accountant Extraordinaire. And he still had a penchant for brightly colored socks. But now, those socks seemed to shimmer just a little bit more.