Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for June 09, 2021

Doing good so far:-D.

But succeed, and you’ll gain all the powers of a mime. The ability to create large invisible things.

Better than my mom could ever try.

Just put an all-day jawbreaker into your mouth and DON’T TOUCH IT.

you feel so honoured, do you not, Marigold?

Wonder if Mari knows about Mohammed Ali?

A wise old owl once lived in this oak; the more he heard the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard; if only more people could be like that bird.

Marigold, you obviously don’t get the point of the exercise.;-D

Marigold is always happy to help.

She sure is… At what?

Task failed successfully?

Leaf through any Peanuts collection and you’ll find strips where nothing is said until the last panel. I’m just sayin’.

No unless you have boxing gloves.

Marigold’s usually hidden modesty prevented her saying “I am yet again the greatest in another category.” Her channeling of Clay/Ali is clearly flawed.

All of our friends are not the same, for some the ability to sit in peace and silence helps us, and with others they listen to what we need to say.

Muhammed Ali had nothing compared to Marigold in being the greatest……

All Marigold hears is “the greatest.” She’s a glass half-full kinda gal.

If everyone listened before they spoke, the world would be silent. Maybe it would be better to practice conversational turn-taking and paying attention to whether the other person is happy with the topic.

Phoebe always looks cute with a pony tail. And especially cute with a unicorn one.

Phoebe, you should also stop slouching, while yer at it!

Whelp I’m the new story guy for this comic. I’m new at this sooo my stories will be bad. Eh who cares. These will be scary stories so if you have a fear of ghosts and creepy stuff STOP READING RN! Okay enjoy.Oh and I will write every day on this comic strip so keep reading if you enjoy scary stories.

Millie was a little girl in a small town on the outskirts of North Carolina. Every morning Millie had a routine. She would wake up, get dressed and then go out to the butcher shop to get bacon for breakfast and steak for dinner. On this day when she went to the butcher shop she didn’t return. Her parents had known she always went to the butcher shop so when they woke up and Millie was gone they immediately walked down to the butcher shop. When they asked the butcher if he had seen Millie. The butcher said that Millie hadn’t showed up that morning. Millie’s parents back tracked to see if Millie had left any clues. When they found none they went back to the house to see if Millie was there. After they checked the house they got worried. They called the police and got them involved. The policeman checked the trail Millie took. They found footprints leading to the Butcher’s. The policeman were suspicious. They walked into the Butcher’s to a horrible sight. On the cutting board lay Millie. With her arms and legs chopped clean off. The butcher was above her blood spattered across his apron. He looked up and saw the policeman and Millie’s parents. “Lights out.” He said with menace as the room filled with knockout gas

One week later everyone was talking about how a lot of policeman had disappeared and the Hutchins family had too. But one small insignificant problem was probably the biggest part of the puzzle. That week all of the meat bought from the butcher’s shop tasted off. Nobody really bothered about it and no one really knew why it tasted off. Except for the Butcher. THE END

Speech is silver, silence is golden…

gasp… a LOOPHOLE! My favorite kind of hole!