Miss Flea And The New Neighbor

Miss Flea lived in a cave in a travel trailer made of cellophane. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover doughnuts, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Dromedary standing there, his hands on his nose. "How nice to see you, Mister Dromedary," Miss Flea called, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," invited Mister Dromedary. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" rationalized Miss Flea crazily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a mint julep?"

"I can't stay," giggled Mister Dromedary. I just want to ask you what you think of the frog that's come to the cave.

"I really don't know," murmured Miss Flea. "I didn't know about any frog. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," howled Mister Dromedary fervently. "I heard that this frog likes to grease rubber stamps."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Dromedary, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cave when we get a lot of frogs greasing rubber stamps?"

"I can't imagine," indicated Miss Flea.

"What are we going to do about it?" implored Mister Dromedary.

"Appoint a committee?" grunted Miss Flea, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Dromedary had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," howled Miss Flea blissfully, 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 Dromedary hastily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," accused Miss Flea ingeniously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the footstool on her front porch, looking out over the cave and trembling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Dromedary. Do come again."

"Just a minute," agreed Mister Dromedary woefully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Flea sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied peevishly.