Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for January 01, 2015
Transcript:
Phoebe: Happy new year, Marigold. Marigold: Happy years are all well and good, but they can be rather boring. My finest year in a long time was the year a child hit me in the nose with a stray rock. Phoebe: Unhappy near year, then! Marigold: Thank you, and a rock in the face to you, too!
D’awww…WAIT SHE’S HOLDING THAT MUG IN HER HOOF