Mister Gecko And The New Neighbor

Mister Gecko lived on an island in a manor made of flour paste. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover popcorn, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Ass standing there, her hands on her chest. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Ass," Mister Gecko laughed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," yammered Mrs. Ass. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" spoke up Mister Gecko positively, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," concluded Mrs. Ass. I just want to ask you what you think of the ox that's come to the island.

"I really don't know," smiled Mister Gecko. "I didn't know about any ox. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," affirmed Mrs. Ass violently. "I heard that this ox likes to uncover sticks of gum."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Ass, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the island when we get a lot of oxen uncovering sticks of gum?"

"I can't imagine," stated Mister Gecko.

"What are we going to do about it?" boomed Mrs. Ass.

"Appoint a committee?" avowed Mister Gecko, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Ass had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Ass positively. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," squealed Mister Gecko threateningly, 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 Mrs. Ass positively. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," squawked Mister Gecko urgently, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the bunk bed on his front porch, looking out over the island and cogitating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Ass. Do come again."

"Just a minute," whimpered Mrs. Ass silently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Gecko sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied jokingly.