9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 25, 2007

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Edda shifted with vague discomfort, looking around her at The Metropolitan Opera House and the plaza of Lincoln Center. She felt that somehow it would be impolite to ask, but she finally did. "What are you?" "What do you mean, what am I?" "I mean, are you a horse?" The creature struck the pavement with a rear hoof. "Do I look like a horse?" he said. "Um...well...yes," she said. "And what must you be?" he said nasally. "Some sort of speciesist trog?" He waited, but Edda ducked the barb. "I have meetings to attend," he said. "It's the horn!" she blurted. "What about it?" he said menacingly, pointing it at her heart.