Miss Gecko And The New Neighbor

Miss Gecko lived in a badlands area in a wikiup made of jewels. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover moo goo gai pan, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Airedale standing there, her hands on her abdomen. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Airedale," Miss Gecko chortled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," cajoled Mrs. Airedale. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" mumbled Miss Gecko doubtfully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a grape soda?"

"I can't stay," roared Mrs. Airedale. I just want to ask you what you think of the sasquatch that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," orated Miss Gecko. "I didn't know about any sasquatch. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," divulged Mrs. Airedale oddly. "I heard that this sasquatch likes to melt spiders."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Airedale, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the badlands area when we get a lot of sasquatches melting spiders?"

"I can't imagine," opined Miss Gecko.

"What are we going to do about it?" expressed Mrs. Airedale.

"Appoint a committee?" fumed Miss Gecko, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Airedale had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," hissed Miss Gecko doubtfully, 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. Airedale pitifully. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," spoke up Miss Gecko glibly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wine rack on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and scratching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Airedale. Do come again."

"Just a minute," squawked Mrs. Airedale hungrily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Gecko sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied glibly.