Mister Skunk And The New Neighbor

Mister Skunk lived in a glen in a closet made of grass. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover pie a la mode, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Sheep standing there, his hands on his claw. "How nice to see you, Mister Sheep," Mister Skunk rumored, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," joked Mister Sheep. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" shuddered Mister Skunk lightly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an old fashioned?"

"I can't stay," spewed Mister Sheep. I just want to ask you what you think of the weasel that's come to the glen.

"I really don't know," blathered Mister Skunk. "I didn't know about any weasel. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," harangued Mister Sheep brashly. "I heard that this weasel likes to hang teapots."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Sheep, 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 weasels hanging teapots?"

"I can't imagine," declared Mister Skunk.

"What are we going to do about it?" voiced Mister Sheep.

"Appoint a committee?" alleged Mister Skunk, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Sheep had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," hummed Mister Skunk dolorously, 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 Mister Sheep miserably. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," phrased Mister Skunk deliberately, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the fainting couch on his front porch, looking out over the glen and dressing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Sheep. Do come again."

"Just a minute," proposed Mister Sheep patiently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Skunk sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied daintily.