Miss Weasel And The New Neighbor

Miss Weasel lived in a cave in a convent made of foam rubber. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover dry toast, 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 Mister Android standing there, his hands on his piehole. "How nice to see you, Mister Android," Miss Weasel chimed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," interpreted Mister Android. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" squealed Miss Weasel grimly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"I can't stay," bragged Mister Android. I just want to ask you what you think of the wolverine that's come to the cave.

"I really don't know," taunted Miss Weasel. "I didn't know about any wolverine. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," laughed Mister Android ignobly. "I heard that this wolverine likes to prune vases."

"Um, I don't know what to say," spoke up Miss Weasel, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Android, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cave when we get a lot of wolverines pruning vases?"

"I can't imagine," blustered Miss Weasel.

"What are we going to do about it?" moaned Mister Android.

"Appoint a committee?" blurted Miss Weasel, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Android had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," declared Miss Weasel majestically, 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 Android tenderly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," vouched Miss Weasel merrily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the cash register on her front porch, looking out over the cave and swearing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Android. Do come again."

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

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

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

Miss Weasel sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied properly.