Miss Chipmunk And The New Neighbor

Miss Chipmunk lived in a treetop in a church made of foam rubber. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Froot Loops, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" whined Miss Chipmunk victoriously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a tequila sunrise?"

"I can't stay," chanted Mrs. Warthog. I just want to ask you what you think of the dingo that's come to the treetop.

"I really don't know," preached Miss Chipmunk. "I didn't know about any dingo. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," rationalized Mrs. Warthog arrogantly. "I heard that this dingo likes to rearrange china dolls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Warthog, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the treetop when we get a lot of dingoes rearranging china dolls?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" rebutted Mrs. Warthog.

"Appoint a committee?" interrupted Miss Chipmunk, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Warthog had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," opined Miss Chipmunk cleverly, 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. Warthog vacantly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," chuckled Miss Chipmunk busily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hope chest on her front porch, looking out over the treetop and typing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Warthog. Do come again."

"Just a minute," yelped Mrs. Warthog nicely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Chipmunk sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied ingeniously.