9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 26, 2007

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Edda plied her way through the human surf crashing against the buildings around her - past the women and men who daily made the world coil and writhe like a great, profitable beast. By contrast, all Edda did was tell stories with her body. To these people, hers was not a real job. "But," a familiar voice seemed to whisper in her ear, "would you have it any other way?" "Don't be absurd," she smiled, and departed. "What did that girl say?" asked one high-ranking corporate predator, poised to swallow up another high-ranking corporate predator over lunch. The other high-ranking predator said, "I think it was, 'Don't be absurd.'" They both laughed insincerely and turned away to perform their life struggle. Edda went on to dance.