Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for August 11, 2012
Mom: You're very pretty. Marigold: Yes, I know! The stars themselves are jealous of my loveliness. Seasons come and go, mountains rise and then crumble, but my beauty shines eternally. Another thing about me is... Phoebe: They call these asparagus spears, but I don't think you could do any real damage with one.