Miss Goat And The New Neighbor

Miss Goat lived in a forest in a farmhouse made of leather. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover candy, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Snipe standing there, his hands on his dignity. "How nice to see you, Mister Snipe," Miss Goat chanted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," fantasized Mister Snipe. "May I come in?"

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

"I can't stay," giggled Mister Snipe. I just want to ask you what you think of the pig that's come to the forest.

"I really don't know," laughed Miss Goat. "I didn't know about any pig. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," affirmed Mister Snipe frenetically. "I heard that this pig likes to bless balloons."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Snipe, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the forest when we get a lot of pigs blessing balloons?"

"I can't imagine," simpered Miss Goat.

"What are we going to do about it?" lectured Mister Snipe.

"Appoint a committee?" chortled Miss Goat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Snipe had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," squeaked Miss Goat openly, 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 Snipe vigorously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," lectured Miss Goat sweetly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the footstool on her front porch, looking out over the forest and creeping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Snipe. Do come again."

"Just a minute," smiled Mister Snipe pitifully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Goat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied hungrily.