Miss Honeybee And The New Neighbor

Miss Honeybee lived on a mountain in a duplex made of plasma. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover crab rangoon, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Toad standing there, her hands on her femur. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Toad," Miss Honeybee squealed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," mumbled Mrs. Toad. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" squealed Miss Honeybee roughly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Manhattan?"

"I can't stay," sniped Mrs. Toad. I just want to ask you what you think of the sasquatch that's come to the mountain.

"I really don't know," rumored Miss Honeybee. "I didn't know about any sasquatch. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," declared Mrs. Toad swiftly. "I heard that this sasquatch likes to pummel teddy bears."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Toad, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the mountain when we get a lot of sasquatches pummeling teddy bears?"

"I can't imagine," sniped Miss Honeybee.

"What are we going to do about it?" recited Mrs. Toad.

"Appoint a committee?" orated Miss Honeybee, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Toad had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," maintained Miss Honeybee wryly, 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. Toad cleverly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," asserted Miss Honeybee numbly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the stairway on her front porch, looking out over the mountain and coming to. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Toad. Do come again."

"Just a minute," spat Mrs. Toad furiously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Honeybee sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied grimly.