9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 26, 2007

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Considering respectfully the sharp tip, Edda said softly, "I only asked what you are." The creature turned its head to assess her with one, light blue, eye. "I will give you the benefit of doubt, and say you are not insulting, but just stupid." Edda narrowed her eyes. "Vis-a-vis your question," he added, "I am a unicorn." "Don't be absurd," Edda snapped. The unicorn tossed its head. "And what are you?" "I am a dancer," said Edda, with pride. "A what?" "A dancer. People sit in a pit and play music while I move and tell stories with my body." The unicorn switched its tail. "Don't be absurd," it snapped back.