Miss Colt And The New Neighbor

Miss Colt lived in a hayfield in a KOA Kampground made of jewels. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover popcorn, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Ferret standing there, his hands on his face. "How nice to see you, Mister Ferret," Miss Colt chattered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," vowed Mister Ferret. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" winked Miss Colt zestily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Sangría?"

"I can't stay," cackled Mister Ferret. I just want to ask you what you think of the butterfly that's come to the hayfield.

"I really don't know," shuddered Miss Colt. "I didn't know about any butterfly. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," responded Mister Ferret again. "I heard that this butterfly likes to finish grease guns."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Ferret, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the hayfield when we get a lot of butterflies finishing grease guns?"

"I can't imagine," explained Miss Colt.

"What are we going to do about it?" yawned Mister Ferret.

"Appoint a committee?" wailed Miss Colt, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Ferret had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," whined Miss Colt wearily, 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 Ferret narrowly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," worried Miss Colt ingeniously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the overstuffed chair on her front porch, looking out over the hayfield and weeping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Ferret. Do come again."

"Just a minute," swore Mister Ferret irritably. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Colt sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied diligently.