Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for March 07, 2014

They’re practically identical!

For a perfect magical being, Marigold can certainly be clueless at times.

Makes you wonder just what Marigold hung out with before she met Phoebe.

Sparkle fever has addled her brain.

i don’t think Marigold understands genetics.

Having fun keeping Marigold company yet, Mom?

Marigold’s a troll, but at least she’s a benevolent one.

She has painted Marigold many times in the past, and marigold may not want to be painted while sick.

Where does Phoebe’s Mom keep the paint while painting? Shouldn’t there be a pot or two, or a palette or something either in her other hand or nearby? If she gets the paint on the brush somewhere else (in the kitchen, maybe?), and then walks to the canvas with the drippy brush, she risks spilling paint on the way.

@ kaykeyser: I think that it’s Humans and our mysterious, non-unicornish ways that Marigold doesn’t understand.

Well, from one perspective humans do have dewclaws: We just happen to call them thumbs.

Just a shout-out to new readers so ol’ baleyeman doesn’t get banned: S.O.B. in this case means Shield Of Boringness, a tool of Marigold’s to shield mere mortals from her gloriosity. ;-)

It’s the Sparkle Fever talking. Years ago I came down with a nasty bug that gave me a flaming fever. For absolutely no reason the words “Enola Gay” (the name of the bomber that dropped the first atomic bomb) repeated endlessly in my brain until I cooled down.

But can you and Pheobe wear lipgloss? I would like to see that one day.

That’s actually something I’ve wondered about. I don’t know if Marigold is a “kid,” “teen” or “adult” in unicorn maturity terms. She’s seemed like all three at different times.

That’s what makes us frail humans so special. :D