Mister Mosquito And The New Neighbor

Mister Mosquito lived in a buffalo wallow in a brownstone made of chalk. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover sushi, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Kitty standing there, her hands on her midriff. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Kitty," Mister Mosquito admitted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," requested Mrs. Kitty. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" conversed Mister Mosquito later, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Dr. Pepper?"

"I can't stay," groveled Mrs. Kitty. I just want to ask you what you think of the beetle that's come to the buffalo wallow.

"I really don't know," recited Mister Mosquito. "I didn't know about any beetle. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," acknowledged Mrs. Kitty crazily. "I heard that this beetle likes to bathe whistles."

"Um, I don't know what to say," bawled Mister Mosquito, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Kitty, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the buffalo wallow when we get a lot of beetles bathing whistles?"

"I can't imagine," alleged Mister Mosquito.

"What are we going to do about it?" gabbed Mrs. Kitty.

"Appoint a committee?" avowed Mister Mosquito, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Kitty had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," maintained Mister Mosquito thankfully, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Kitty furiously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," continued Mister Mosquito firmly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the stairway on his front porch, looking out over the buffalo wallow and humming. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Kitty. Do come again."

"Just a minute," roared Mrs. Kitty vacantly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Mosquito thought he had answered, and was beginning to get sexy. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Kitty doing these days?"

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

Mister Mosquito sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied cunningly.