Miss Dinosaur And The New Neighbor

Miss Dinosaur lived in a landfill in a penthouse made of chicken feathers. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Hamburger Helper, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Tapeworm standing there, his hands on his toe. "How nice to see you, Mister Tapeworm," Miss Dinosaur fumed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," brought up Mister Tapeworm. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" queried Miss Dinosaur dubiously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a tequila sunrise?"

"I can't stay," debated Mister Tapeworm. I just want to ask you what you think of the donkey that's come to the landfill.

"I really don't know," vowed Miss Dinosaur. "I didn't know about any donkey. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," ranted Mister Tapeworm openly. "I heard that this donkey likes to weigh biscuits."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Tapeworm, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the landfill when we get a lot of donkeys weighing biscuits?"

"I can't imagine," avowed Miss Dinosaur.

"What are we going to do about it?" babbled Mister Tapeworm.

"Appoint a committee?" chuckled Miss Dinosaur, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Tapeworm had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," realized Miss Dinosaur woefully, 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 Tapeworm warmly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," interrupted Miss Dinosaur hysterically, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bar stool on her front porch, looking out over the landfill and purring. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Tapeworm. Do come again."

"Just a minute," burbled Mister Tapeworm hopelessly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Dinosaur sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied testily.