Miss Coyote And The New Neighbor

Miss Coyote lived beside a river in a cottage made of rope. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover burritos, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Fawn standing there, his hands on his skin. "How nice to see you, Mister Fawn," Miss Coyote shrieked, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," spoke up Mister Fawn. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" snarled Miss Coyote hysterically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a root beer float?"

"I can't stay," boomed Mister Fawn. I just want to ask you what you think of the chameleon that's come to the river.

"I really don't know," spewed Miss Coyote. "I didn't know about any chameleon. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," intimated Mister Fawn lickety-split. "I heard that this chameleon likes to break baseball bats."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Fawn, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the river when we get a lot of chameleons breaking baseball bats?"

"I can't imagine," opined Miss Coyote.

"What are we going to do about it?" agreed Mister Fawn.

"Appoint a committee?" expressed Miss Coyote, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Fawn had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stated Miss Coyote despondently, 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 Fawn lickety-split. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," accused Miss Coyote stealthily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the crib on her front porch, looking out over the river and blowing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Fawn. Do come again."

"Just a minute," squawked Mister Fawn trustingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Coyote sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied doubtfully.