Miss Pony And The New Neighbor

Miss Pony lived in a pasture in a villa made of blocks of ice. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover sushi, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Mustang standing there, her hands on her finger. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mustang," Miss Pony harangued, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," appealed Mrs. Mustang. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" comforted Miss Pony numbly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of bouillon?"

"I can't stay," accused Mrs. Mustang. I just want to ask you what you think of the frog that's come to the pasture.

"I really don't know," clarified Miss Pony. "I didn't know about any frog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," bragged Mrs. Mustang madly. "I heard that this frog likes to poke yo-yos."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mustang, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the pasture when we get a lot of frogs poking yo-yos?"

"I can't imagine," articulated Miss Pony.

"What are we going to do about it?" croaked Mrs. Mustang.

"Appoint a committee?" amended Miss Pony, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mustang had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," cried Miss Pony languidly, 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. Mustang fiercely. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," smirked Miss Pony proudly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wine rack on her front porch, looking out over the pasture and swaying. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mustang. Do come again."

"Just a minute," mused Mrs. Mustang pityingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Pony sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied timidly.