9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 22, 2007

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Edda regaled the unicorn with her catalogue of rejoinders to the invariable query as to what she does for a real job: "I plunder graves for footwear." "I collect earwax for the poor." "I spread Elizabethan diseases at Renaissance fairs." "I sculpt the nasty body parts of the rich and famous out of lard." And there was her personal favorite: "Seventy-five to life." The unicorn almost smiled. "I shall have to remember those." "Please," said Edda, "feel free."