Miss Doberman And The New Neighbor

Miss Doberman lived in a backyard in a junk car made of clay. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tacos, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Canary standing there, his hands on his earlobe. "How nice to see you, Mister Canary," Miss Doberman yelped, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," uttered Mister Canary. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" informed Miss Doberman silently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a dose of cod liver oil?"

"I can't stay," sighed Mister Canary. I just want to ask you what you think of the mosquito that's come to the backyard.

"I really don't know," growled Miss Doberman. "I didn't know about any mosquito. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," thought Mister Canary needlessly. "I heard that this mosquito likes to taste coat hangers."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Canary, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the backyard when we get a lot of mosquitoes tasting coat hangers?"

"I can't imagine," purred Miss Doberman.

"What are we going to do about it?" spat Mister Canary.

"Appoint a committee?" realized Miss Doberman, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Canary had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," taunted Miss Doberman lamely, 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 Canary daringly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," explained Miss Doberman noisily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the counter on her front porch, looking out over the backyard and knitting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Canary. Do come again."

"Just a minute," murmured Mister Canary tensely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Doberman sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied caustically.