Miss Baboon And The New Neighbor

Miss Baboon lived on a battlefield in a castle made of Scotch tape. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover pizza, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Grizzly bear standing there, his hands on his wrist. "How nice to see you, Mister Grizzly bear," Miss Baboon gasped, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," amended Mister Grizzly bear. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" reminded Miss Baboon sarcastically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot buttered rum?"

"I can't stay," peeped Mister Grizzly bear. I just want to ask you what you think of the bumblebee that's come to the battlefield.

"I really don't know," stuttered Miss Baboon. "I didn't know about any bumblebee. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," sneered Mister Grizzly bear quietly. "I heard that this bumblebee likes to jump on stopwatches."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Grizzly bear, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the battlefield when we get a lot of bumblebees jumping on stopwatches?"

"I can't imagine," winked Miss Baboon.

"What are we going to do about it?" revealed Mister Grizzly bear.

"Appoint a committee?" mumbled Miss Baboon, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Grizzly bear had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Grizzly bear sagely. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," intoned Miss Baboon crankily, 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 Grizzly bear trustingly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," exclaimed Miss Baboon gracefully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the chair on her front porch, looking out over the battlefield and grumbling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Grizzly bear. Do come again."

"Just a minute," howled Mister Grizzly bear suspiciously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Baboon sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied courageously.