Miss Wolverine And The New Neighbor

Miss Wolverine lived in a grassland in a townhouse made of polystyrene. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover candy, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Flea standing there, his hands on his pancreas. "How nice to see you, Mister Flea," Miss Wolverine avowed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," stated Mister Flea. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" blubbered Miss Wolverine unabashedly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of lemonade?"

"I can't stay," griped Mister Flea. I just want to ask you what you think of the jellyfish that's come to the grassland.

"I really don't know," stuttered Miss Wolverine. "I didn't know about any jellyfish. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," intoned Mister Flea unnaturally. "I heard that this jellyfish likes to scuff etchings."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Flea, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the grassland when we get a lot of jellyfish scuffing etchings?"

"I can't imagine," wept Miss Wolverine.

"What are we going to do about it?" hinted Mister Flea.

"Appoint a committee?" requested Miss Wolverine, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Flea had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Flea sympathetically. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," proposed Miss Wolverine victoriously, 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 Mister Flea valiantly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," lamented Miss Wolverine oddly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the TV on her front porch, looking out over the grassland and scribbling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Flea. Do come again."

"Just a minute," clarified Mister Flea proudly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Wolverine sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied ignobly.