9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 18, 2007

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"You again," said the unicorn, with a snort. "You again," siad Edda. They looked around them at the vacant, silent plaza of Rockefeller Center. The unicorn returned his gaze to her and said, "No, I will not allow you to ride me." Edda placed her hand on her heart. "I didn't say..." "You didn't have to say. You were thinking it again. What is it with you and leaping on a person's back? Haven't you feet of your own?" Edda's eyes narrowed. She didn't enjoy having her private ruminations tapped. "Okay, unicorn," she said, "what am I thinking now?" The unicorn narrowed his eyes back at her. "Same to you."