9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 23, 2007

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The unicorn and Edda looked at each other, drawn into their dimension of mutual other-reality by one reiterated question, and they sighed. "I guess among people," said Edda, "I'm a sort of unicorn." "No," said the unicorn, "In the world of mythological super beasts and weird creatures, I'm a sort of ballet dancer." They looked at each other - Edda at the radiant if acerbic unicorn, the unicorn at the delicate if sardonic dancer - and saw something of themselves that they never had noticed before. And they didn't mind it at all. In fact, they preferred it to recognition from their fellow creatures who had "real jobs." "Would you," said the unicorn, "like a short ride down Fifth Avenue?"