Mister Cocker Spaniel And The New Neighbor

Mister Cocker spaniel lived in a swamp in a trailer made of bubbles. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover wienerschnitzel, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Llama standing there, his hands on his adrenal gland. "How nice to see you, Mister Llama," Mister Cocker spaniel indicated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," offered Mister Llama. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" phrased Mister Cocker spaniel truculently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of Kool-Aid?"

"I can't stay," preached Mister Llama. I just want to ask you what you think of the gorilla that's come to the swamp.

"I really don't know," guessed Mister Cocker spaniel. "I didn't know about any gorilla. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," professed Mister Llama grandly. "I heard that this gorilla likes to plasticize antennas."

"Um, I don't know what to say," agreed Mister Cocker spaniel, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Llama, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the swamp when we get a lot of gorillas plasticizing antennas?"

"I can't imagine," stated Mister Cocker spaniel.

"What are we going to do about it?" analyzed Mister Llama.

"Appoint a committee?" muttered Mister Cocker spaniel, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Llama had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," exclaimed Mister Cocker spaniel gingerly, 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 Llama awkwardly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," jeered Mister Cocker spaniel caustically, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the end table on his front porch, looking out over the swamp and growling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Llama. Do come again."

"Just a minute," rambled Mister Llama craftily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Cocker spaniel sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied strictly.