9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 25, 2007

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Edda rode the unicorn along several blocks of Fifth Avenue, enjoying the silence, the soft wind, and the total absence of any other beings than themselves. Finally, as all good things must, the ride came to an end just outside Tiffany's. "I guess it's time," said the unicorn, "to get back to doing whatever it is I do." "And I guess it's time," said Edda, dismounting, "to get back to doing whatever it is I do. Thank you for the ride. It was very smooth." "And you were very light," said the unicorn, bowing, chivalric. At that instant, Fifth Avenue filled with a noontime crowd returning from lunch, and the unicorn was gone.