Miss Wallaby And The New Neighbor

Miss Wallaby lived in a countryside in a condominium made of cold rolled steel. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken chow mein, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Yeti standing there, his hands on his shin. "How nice to see you, Mister Yeti," Miss Wallaby smiled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," quavered Mister Yeti. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" smiled Miss Wallaby numbly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Jack Daniel's?"

"I can't stay," asserted Mister Yeti. I just want to ask you what you think of the goldfish that's come to the countryside.

"I really don't know," recited Miss Wallaby. "I didn't know about any goldfish. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," questioned Mister Yeti gracefully. "I heard that this goldfish likes to vacuum diamonds."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Yeti, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the countryside when we get a lot of goldfish vacuuming diamonds?"

"I can't imagine," questioned Miss Wallaby.

"What are we going to do about it?" exclaimed Mister Yeti.

"Appoint a committee?" admitted Miss Wallaby, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Yeti had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stuttered Miss Wallaby firmly, 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 Yeti furiously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," belched Miss Wallaby irritably, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the cupboard on her front porch, looking out over the countryside and huffing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Yeti. Do come again."

"Just a minute," hinted Mister Yeti languidly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Wallaby sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied hopefully.