9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for December 27, 2003

Transcript:

"In the spirit of the season, I pray you forbear committing hostile acts on those around you. Let us live in peace." "Drop dead." "Allow me to clarify.. by dint of my black belt, and the covert surveillance I maintain on your brutish activities, if you flout my request, I shall regretfully shatter you into particles of bone that will have to be collected with tweezers.. and the angels will weep for you." "Are my prayers answered?" "Yes, ma'am. Very answered." "The troglojock is looking somewhat pale." "I explained peace to him."