9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 29, 2007

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A cloud of mutual disdain cast its shadow over both creatures, unicorn and dancer. Until now, Edda had thought of unicorns as wholly decorative. A unicorn with opinions - especially opinions about her - seemed wanting. "Decorative, eh?" said the unicorn. "You read my thoughts!?" Edda whispered, aghast. The unicorn glanced up at its horn. "This thing receives as well as transmits." "Oh," said Edda. "So I don't actually need to use my voice or move my lips to communicate." "It is one of my fondest wishes," said the unicorn.