Cyndi: Would you mind if I give you a piece of advice, Merci?
Merci: No, I could probably use some.
Cyndi: Well, I read this somewhere and I have been itching to share it with someone.
Merci: Okay, go ahead and share.
Cyndi: Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.
Merci: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Cyndi: I said to never -
Merci: I heard what you said. I just didn't understand it.
Cyndi: It means just what it sounds like. You play leapfrog with a unicorn and you're going to get stabbed in the butt with its horn.
Merci: I understood that. What I don't understand is what it has to do with me. I've never met a unicorn.
Cyndi: When you do, you'll know not to -
Merci: Stop saying that! I have never met a unicorn. Have you?
Cyndi: No, but -
Merci: Are you planning to?
Cyndi: I hope not.
Merci: I'm about 15 years old. I stopped playing leapfrog years ago; however, if a unicorn stops by, I'll be sure to not play leapfrog with it.
Cyndi: Good. I've been a little concerned since Jan said she's thinking about getting a unicorn.
Merci: Unicycle, Cyndi, unicycle! It's a tall bike with one big wheel. And what she said is that she's glad she never had to ride one. She hates heights.
Cyndi: Oh. But in case Jan does bring home a unicorn, would you mind passing that advice on to the others?
Have a great weekend. See you Monday.
We are joining the Pet Parade blog hop with hosts Rascal and Rocco, Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou and Love is being owned by a husky.
