Miss Turkey And The New Neighbor

Miss Turkey lived in a bog in a housing project made of tempered glass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken chow mein, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Lion standing there, her hands on her hangnail. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Lion," Miss Turkey belched, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," groaned Mrs. Lion. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" bragged Miss Turkey grimly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot buttered rum?"

"I can't stay," conversed Mrs. Lion. I just want to ask you what you think of the wallaby that's come to the bog.

"I really don't know," moaned Miss Turkey. "I didn't know about any wallaby. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," burbled Mrs. Lion ruefully. "I heard that this wallaby likes to play with ping-pong paddles."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Lion, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the bog when we get a lot of wallabies playing with ping-pong paddles?"

"I can't imagine," retorted Miss Turkey.

"What are we going to do about it?" winked Mrs. Lion.

"Appoint a committee?" gasped Miss Turkey, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Lion had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Lion truculently. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," declared Miss Turkey pitifully, 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 Mrs. Lion suspiciously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," declared Miss Turkey brightly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the recliner on her front porch, looking out over the bog and taking a bath. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Lion. Do come again."

"Just a minute," maintained Mrs. Lion primly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Turkey sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied lazily.