Miss Dodo Bird And The New Neighbor

Miss Dodo bird lived on an island in a wikiup made of cookie dough. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover egg rolls, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Giraffe standing there, her hands on her esophagus. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Giraffe," Miss Dodo bird bellowed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," insisted Mrs. Giraffe. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" spewed Miss Dodo bird fondly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a piña colada?"

"I can't stay," conversed Mrs. Giraffe. I just want to ask you what you think of the ladybug that's come to the island.

"I really don't know," voiced Miss Dodo bird. "I didn't know about any ladybug. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," quavered Mrs. Giraffe blankly. "I heard that this ladybug likes to ignore pop bottles."

"Um, I don't know what to say," observed Miss Dodo bird, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Giraffe, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the island when we get a lot of ladybugs ignoring pop bottles?"

"I can't imagine," implored Miss Dodo bird.

"What are we going to do about it?" debated Mrs. Giraffe.

"Appoint a committee?" acknowledged Miss Dodo bird, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Giraffe had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," blurted Miss Dodo bird menacingly, 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. Giraffe impatiently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," snorted Miss Dodo bird peevishly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the credenza on her front porch, looking out over the island and coming to. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Giraffe. Do come again."

"Just a minute," screamed Mrs. Giraffe ingeniously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Dodo bird sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied violently.