Miss Doggie And The New Neighbor

Miss Doggie lived beside a creek in a cardboard box made of paper clips. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Wolf standing there, his hands on his piehole. "How nice to see you, Mister Wolf," Miss Doggie reasoned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," blathered Mister Wolf. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" tittered Miss Doggie stupidly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Shirley Temple?"

"I can't stay," pronounced Mister Wolf. I just want to ask you what you think of the lovebird that's come to the creek.

"I really don't know," bellowed Miss Doggie. "I didn't know about any lovebird. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," smirked Mister Wolf cunningly. "I heard that this lovebird likes to attack tubes of glue."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Wolf, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the creek when we get a lot of lovebirds attacking tubes of glue?"

"I can't imagine," guessed Miss Doggie.

"What are we going to do about it?" scoffed Mister Wolf.

"Appoint a committee?" drawled Miss Doggie, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Wolf had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," articulated Miss Doggie bravely, 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 Wolf pityingly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," yammered Miss Doggie crazily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wine rack on her front porch, looking out over the creek and pausing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Wolf. Do come again."

"Just a minute," reminded Mister Wolf delicately. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Doggie sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied truculently.