Miss Gazelle And The New Neighbor

Miss Gazelle lived on a cliff in a chateau made of roots. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ravioli, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Bunny standing there, her hands on her piehole. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Bunny," Miss Gazelle debated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," exploded Mrs. Bunny. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chuckled Miss Gazelle lightly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a martini?"

"I can't stay," gabbed Mrs. Bunny. I just want to ask you what you think of the goldfish that's come to the cliff.

"I really don't know," shrieked Miss Gazelle. "I didn't know about any goldfish. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," hissed Mrs. Bunny miserably. "I heard that this goldfish likes to rebuild African violets."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Bunny, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cliff when we get a lot of goldfish rebuilding African violets?"

"I can't imagine," moaned Miss Gazelle.

"What are we going to do about it?" questioned Mrs. Bunny.

"Appoint a committee?" vowed Miss Gazelle, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Bunny had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," preached Miss Gazelle dolefully, 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 Mrs. Bunny hungrily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," crooned Miss Gazelle unexpectedly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the buffet on her front porch, looking out over the cliff and pacing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Bunny. Do come again."

"Just a minute," responded Mrs. Bunny needlessly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Gazelle sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied viciously.