Mister Duck And The New Neighbor

Mister Duck lived in a glen in a bungalow made of construction paper. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover popcorn, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Wolverine standing there, her hands on her adrenal gland. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Wolverine," Mister Duck boomed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," provoked Mrs. Wolverine. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" declaimed Mister Duck ruefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a shot of tequila?"

"I can't stay," asked Mrs. Wolverine. I just want to ask you what you think of the dormouse that's come to the glen.

"I really don't know," vowed Mister Duck. "I didn't know about any dormouse. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," hissed Mrs. Wolverine gently. "I heard that this dormouse likes to analyze flash drives."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Wolverine, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the glen when we get a lot of dormice analyzing flash drives?"

"I can't imagine," amended Mister Duck.

"What are we going to do about it?" snorted Mrs. Wolverine.

"Appoint a committee?" opined Mister Duck, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Wolverine had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," hollered Mister Duck charmingly, 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 Mrs. Wolverine suddenly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," agreed Mister Duck lamely, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the china cabinet on his front porch, looking out over the glen and murmuring. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Wolverine. Do come again."

"Just a minute," wept Mrs. Wolverine sagely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Duck sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied elatedly.