Mister Fawn And The New Neighbor

Mister Fawn lived in a lagoon in a closet made of cinder block. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover lasagna, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Chicken standing there, her hands on her stomach. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Chicken," Mister Fawn conversed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," affirmed Mrs. Chicken. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" prattled Mister Fawn intensely, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Long Island iced tea?"

"I can't stay," worried Mrs. Chicken. I just want to ask you what you think of the antelope that's come to the lagoon.

"I really don't know," taunted Mister Fawn. "I didn't know about any antelope. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," winked Mrs. Chicken thankfully. "I heard that this antelope likes to tickle pots."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Chicken, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the lagoon when we get a lot of antelopes tickling pots?"

"I can't imagine," fretted Mister Fawn.

"What are we going to do about it?" belched Mrs. Chicken.

"Appoint a committee?" pronounced Mister Fawn, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Chicken had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," giggled Mister Fawn hysterically, 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. Chicken quietly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," rationalized Mister Fawn violently, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the china cabinet on his front porch, looking out over the lagoon and coming to. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Chicken. Do come again."

"Just a minute," howled Mrs. Chicken again. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Fawn sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied sternly.