Mister Bullfrog And The New Neighbor

Mister Bullfrog lived in a grassland in a park bench made of sawdust. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Lark standing there, her hands on her abdomen. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Lark," Mister Bullfrog alleged, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," said Mrs. Lark. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" laughed Mister Bullfrog sweetly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a gin fizz?"

"I can't stay," rumored Mrs. Lark. I just want to ask you what you think of the bumblebee that's come to the grassland.

"I really don't know," fretted Mister Bullfrog. "I didn't know about any bumblebee. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," asserted Mrs. Lark viciously. "I heard that this bumblebee likes to overturn candy bars."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Lark, 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 bumblebees overturning candy bars?"

"I can't imagine," prattled Mister Bullfrog.

"What are we going to do about it?" griped Mrs. Lark.

"Appoint a committee?" declaimed Mister Bullfrog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Lark had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," vouched Mister Bullfrog dubiously, 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. Lark sweetly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," repeated Mister Bullfrog sarcastically, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the nightstand on his front porch, looking out over the grassland and stepping aside. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Lark. Do come again."

"Just a minute," answered Mrs. Lark demurely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Bullfrog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied jokingly.