9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 19, 2007

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Edda had found her tete-a-tete with the unicorn disconcerting the first time. She had tried to ascribe it to poor sleep or to one particularly questionable egg salad sandwich. Grasping at straws though they were, these thoughts had consoled her until now. "An egg salad sandwich?!" said the unicorn derisively. "Well...yes," said Edda. "The hallucinogenic properties of which are beyond dispute." "Okay, unicorn," said Edda, squaring her shoulders. "It's time to have this out." "Bring it on!" said the unicorn. They eyed each other. "Why are you doing this to me?!" they demanded in unison. A further pause occurred. "What?" they asked, but more softly.