Miss Lobster And The New Neighbor

Miss Lobster lived in an outback in a palace made of cow pies. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover brownies, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Dodo bird standing there, his hands on his femur. "How nice to see you, Mister Dodo bird," Miss Lobster persisted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," tittered Mister Dodo bird. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" opined Miss Lobster briskly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a whiskey sour?"

"I can't stay," inquired Mister Dodo bird. I just want to ask you what you think of the goblin that's come to the outback.

"I really don't know," requested Miss Lobster. "I didn't know about any goblin. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," prattled Mister Dodo bird rapidly. "I heard that this goblin likes to chisel pinwheels."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Dodo bird, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the outback when we get a lot of goblins chiseling pinwheels?"

"I can't imagine," said Miss Lobster.

"What are we going to do about it?" growled Mister Dodo bird.

"Appoint a committee?" lamented Miss Lobster, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Dodo bird had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Dodo bird flightily. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," spoke up Miss Lobster peevishly, 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 Dodo bird stealthily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sniffed Miss Lobster crankily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the rug on her front porch, looking out over the outback and wiggling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Dodo bird. Do come again."

"Just a minute," spoke up Mister Dodo bird sternly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Lobster sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied later.