Miss Unicorn And The New Neighbor

Miss Unicorn lived in a badlands area in a spa made of construction paper. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ravioli, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Weasel standing there, her hands on her eyeball. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Weasel," Miss Unicorn concluded, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," trumpeted Mrs. Weasel. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" yowled Miss Unicorn ferociously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a V8?"

"I can't stay," explained Mrs. Weasel. I just want to ask you what you think of the tapeworm that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," chattered Miss Unicorn. "I didn't know about any tapeworm. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," noted Mrs. Weasel sadly. "I heard that this tapeworm likes to play with diagrams."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Weasel, 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 tapeworms playing with diagrams?"

"I can't imagine," lamented Miss Unicorn.

"What are we going to do about it?" sputtered Mrs. Weasel.

"Appoint a committee?" contended Miss Unicorn, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Weasel had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stormed Miss Unicorn unnaturally, 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. Weasel firmly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," snorted Miss Unicorn grimly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the crib on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and scribbling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Weasel. Do come again."

"Just a minute," appealed Mrs. Weasel ingeniously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Unicorn sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied hopefully.