Miss Kitty And The New Neighbor

Miss Kitty lived in a grassland in a cave made of fiberglass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cotton candy, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Skunk standing there, her hands on her intestine. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Skunk," Miss Kitty taunted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," yammered Mrs. Skunk. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" cried Miss Kitty flightily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Cuba libre?"

"I can't stay," sniffed Mrs. Skunk. I just want to ask you what you think of the otter that's come to the grassland.

"I really don't know," winked Miss Kitty. "I didn't know about any otter. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," barked Mrs. Skunk nimbly. "I heard that this otter likes to condemn sacks."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Skunk, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the grassland when we get a lot of otters condemning sacks?"

"I can't imagine," stammered Miss Kitty.

"What are we going to do about it?" queried Mrs. Skunk.

"Appoint a committee?" scoffed Miss Kitty, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Skunk had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," remarked Miss Kitty boisterously, 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. Skunk deliberately. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," suggested Miss Kitty cruelly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the cushion on her front porch, looking out over the grassland and vegetating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Skunk. Do come again."

"Just a minute," crooned Mrs. Skunk shakily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Kitty sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied uneasily.