Mister Tsetse Fly And The New Neighbor

Mister Tsetse fly lived in a canyon in a motor home made of gravel. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover waffles, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Wolf standing there, his hands on his chest. "How nice to see you, Mister Wolf," Mister Tsetse fly swore, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," asserted Mister Wolf. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" pleaded Mister Tsetse fly noisily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a bottle of Gatorade?"

"I can't stay," stated Mister Wolf. I just want to ask you what you think of the basset hound that's come to the canyon.

"I really don't know," hummed Mister Tsetse fly. "I didn't know about any basset hound. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," declaimed Mister Wolf languidly. "I heard that this basset hound likes to whirl boxes."

"Um, I don't know what to say," whimpered Mister Tsetse fly, 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 canyon when we get a lot of basset hounds whirling boxes?"

"I can't imagine," rationalized Mister Tsetse fly.

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

"Appoint a committee?" professed Mister Tsetse fly, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Wolf had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," remarked Mister Tsetse fly sweetly, 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 Wolf smoothly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," provoked Mister Tsetse fly gruffly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the pool table on his front porch, looking out over the canyon and squealing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Wolf. Do come again."

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

Mister Tsetse fly thought he had answered, and was beginning to get forgetful. "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?"

Mister Tsetse fly sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied proudly.