9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 19, 2007

Transcript:

One evening of a late summer day, Edda found herself shedding the tensions of rehearsal by taking a stroll in a secluded, local oasis called Damrosch Park. For uncounted minutes, head bowed, she watched her feet step through the shade of the few available trees, until she was halted by an awareness of...of silence - silence and a pair of hooves standing in her path. The silence, she noted, did not belong to the city; and the hooves did not belong to a horse.