Miss Prairie Dog And The New Neighbor

Miss Prairie dog lived on a grassy knoll in a stinky shack made of cardboard. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover country glazed ham, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Camel standing there, her hands on her piehole. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Camel," Miss Prairie dog explained, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," expressed Mrs. Camel. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" taunted Miss Prairie dog fearfully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of papaya juice?"

"I can't stay," maintained Mrs. Camel. I just want to ask you what you think of the fox that's come to the grassy knoll.

"I really don't know," blathered Miss Prairie dog. "I didn't know about any fox. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," proposed Mrs. Camel gracefully. "I heard that this fox likes to touch towels."

"Um, I don't know what to say," spouted Miss Prairie dog, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Camel, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the grassy knoll when we get a lot of foxes touching towels?"

"I can't imagine," hinted Miss Prairie dog.

"What are we going to do about it?" smirked Mrs. Camel.

"Appoint a committee?" peeped Miss Prairie dog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Camel had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," reacted Miss Prairie dog dreamily, 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 Mrs. Camel fiercely. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," retorted Miss Prairie dog cheerfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the pillow on her front porch, looking out over the grassy knoll and freaking out. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Camel. Do come again."

"Just a minute," amended Mrs. Camel gracefully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Prairie dog thought she had answered, and was beginning to get agile. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Camel doing these days?"

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

Miss Prairie dog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied lovingly.