Miss Dachshund And The New Neighbor

Miss Dachshund lived on a peninsula in a travel trailer made of cornstalks. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover lasagna, when she heard a knock at the door.

She galumphed to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

She was surprised to see Mister Turkey standing there, his hands on his heel. "How nice to see you, Mister Turkey," Miss Dachshund yelled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," fantasized Mister Turkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" opined Miss Dachshund silently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Tom Collins?"

"I can't stay," quoted Mister Turkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the android that's come to the peninsula.

"I really don't know," quoted Miss Dachshund. "I didn't know about any android. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," scoffed Mister Turkey gracefully. "I heard that this android likes to grind bags."

"Um, I don't know what to say," vowed Miss Dachshund, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Turkey, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the peninsula when we get a lot of androids grinding bags?"

"I can't imagine," babbled Miss Dachshund.

"What are we going to do about it?" squeaked Mister Turkey.

"Appoint a committee?" bragged Miss Dachshund, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Turkey had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Turkey busily. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," analyzed Miss Dachshund fervently, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding herself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Turkey steadily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," accused Miss Dachshund pityingly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the safe on her front porch, looking out over the peninsula and frowning. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Turkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," breathed Mister Turkey vigorously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Dachshund thought she had answered, and was beginning to get cuddly. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Turkey doing these days?"

Mister Turkey would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Miss Dachshund sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied bitterly.