Miss Sasquatch And The New Neighbor

Miss Sasquatch lived in a field in a loft made of stardust. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cabbage rolls, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Goose standing there, his hands on his earlobe. "How nice to see you, Mister Goose," Miss Sasquatch yawned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," comforted Mister Goose. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" stuttered Miss Sasquatch again, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Scotch and soda?"

"I can't stay," groaned Mister Goose. I just want to ask you what you think of the teddy bear that's come to the field.

"I really don't know," spouted Miss Sasquatch. "I didn't know about any teddy bear. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," hissed Mister Goose dreamily. "I heard that this teddy bear likes to swat fishhooks."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Goose, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the field when we get a lot of teddy bears swatting fishhooks?"

"I can't imagine," called Miss Sasquatch.

"What are we going to do about it?" announced Mister Goose.

"Appoint a committee?" yelped Miss Sasquatch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Goose had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," sighed Miss Sasquatch sheepishly, 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 Goose angrily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," bawled Miss Sasquatch diligently, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hatstand on her front porch, looking out over the field and weeping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Goose. Do come again."

"Just a minute," thought Mister Goose sympathetically. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Sasquatch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied obediently.