9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 30, 2007

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"There," said Edda, concentrating on keeping her mouth shut, letting her thoughts speak for her. "Ah, much better," said the unicorn. "I shouldn't want to make you watch my lips move." "They are rather...simian." "Is there any other part of me you find especially distressful to watch?" "No. Just the lips, thank you." "Well," said Edda, raising an eyebrow, "only too happy to oblige." "Most kind," said the unicorn. They had arrived at the ultimate expression of mutual disdain: They were being scrupulously polite.