Mister Mosquito And The New Neighbor

Mister Mosquito lived on a veld in an apartment made of gold bricks. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover banana split, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Mink standing there, his hands on his larynx. "How nice to see you, Mister Mink," Mister Mosquito analyzed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," winked Mister Mink. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" groaned Mister Mosquito openly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a margarita?"

"I can't stay," complained Mister Mink. I just want to ask you what you think of the fawn that's come to the veld.

"I really don't know," comforted Mister Mosquito. "I didn't know about any fawn. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," observed Mister Mink grimly. "I heard that this fawn likes to twist barbells."

"Um, I don't know what to say," sniffed Mister Mosquito, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Mink, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the veld when we get a lot of fawns twisting barbells?"

"I can't imagine," vouched Mister Mosquito.

"What are we going to do about it?" murmured Mister Mink.

"Appoint a committee?" boomed Mister Mosquito, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Mink had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stormed Mister Mosquito dolorously, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Mink gingerly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," uttered Mister Mosquito unabashedly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the buffet on his front porch, looking out over the veld and primping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Mink. Do come again."

"Just a minute," intoned Mister Mink properly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Mosquito thought he had answered, and was beginning to get stylish. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Mink doing these days?"

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

Mister Mosquito sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied haughtily.