Miss Cow And The New Neighbor

Miss Cow lived on a beach in a skyscraper made of cornhusks. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover dirty rice, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Mosquito standing there, his hands on his bladder. "How nice to see you, Mister Mosquito," Miss Cow rationalized, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," guessed Mister Mosquito. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" reacted Miss Cow jokingly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a whiskey?"

"I can't stay," mused Mister Mosquito. I just want to ask you what you think of the butterfly that's come to the beach.

"I really don't know," squeaked Miss Cow. "I didn't know about any butterfly. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," breathed Mister Mosquito rapidly. "I heard that this butterfly likes to refine diagrams."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Mosquito, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the beach when we get a lot of butterflies refining diagrams?"

"I can't imagine," wailed Miss Cow.

"What are we going to do about it?" insisted Mister Mosquito.

"Appoint a committee?" railed Miss Cow, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Mosquito had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," intoned Miss Cow uselessly, 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 Mosquito narrowly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," reacted Miss Cow slowly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the crib on her front porch, looking out over the beach and burping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Mosquito. Do come again."

"Just a minute," reminded Mister Mosquito grudgingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Cow sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied fearlessly.