Miss Camel And The New Neighbor

Miss Camel lived in a badlands area in a travel trailer made of old newspapers. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fondue, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Ghost standing there, his hands on his carotid artery. "How nice to see you, Mister Ghost," Miss Camel screamed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," argued Mister Ghost. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" articulated Miss Camel majestically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a kamikaze?"

"I can't stay," peeped Mister Ghost. I just want to ask you what you think of the aardvark that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," whined Miss Camel. "I didn't know about any aardvark. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," shouted Mister Ghost curiously. "I heard that this aardvark likes to prohibit boxes."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Ghost, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the badlands area when we get a lot of aardvarks prohibiting boxes?"

"I can't imagine," suggested Miss Camel.

"What are we going to do about it?" informed Mister Ghost.

"Appoint a committee?" repeated Miss Camel, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Ghost had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," screamed Miss Camel madly, 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 Ghost ruefully. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," noted Miss Camel tearfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the cash register on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and fainting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Ghost. Do come again."

"Just a minute," stammered Mister Ghost trustingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Camel sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied languidly.