Miss Burro And The New Neighbor

Miss Burro lived on a prairie in a spa made of taffeta. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover bread and butter, 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 Mrs. Mouse standing there, her hands on her little toe. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mouse," Miss Burro informed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," cried Mrs. Mouse. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" giggled Miss Burro diligently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Harvey Wallbanger?"

"I can't stay," uttered Mrs. Mouse. I just want to ask you what you think of the puppy that's come to the prairie.

"I really don't know," gabbed Miss Burro. "I didn't know about any puppy. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," remarked Mrs. Mouse silently. "I heard that this puppy likes to hook Frisbees."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mouse, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the prairie when we get a lot of puppies hooking Frisbees?"

"I can't imagine," sobbed Miss Burro.

"What are we going to do about it?" taunted Mrs. Mouse.

"Appoint a committee?" raved Miss Burro, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mouse had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," boomed Miss Burro repeatedly, 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. Mouse innocently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," orated Miss Burro sadly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the footstool on her front porch, looking out over the prairie and kneeling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mouse. Do come again."

"Just a minute," smiled Mrs. Mouse blindly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Burro sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied blissfully.