9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 16, 2007

Transcript:

Edda hoped her exit would be clean, silent, dramatically perfect. But the woman with the lethal shoes foiled it. "Excuse me," she said. Edda sighed and turned. "Is that the best you can do?" said the woman, and a long, helical horn thrust abruptly from her brow. "You don't even say hello?" In another instant, the city was silent, Rockefeller Center was vacant, and the unicorn stood looking somewhat critically at Edda.