Miss Bat And The New Neighbor

Miss Bat lived in a park in a nunnery made of enamel. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover pecan pie, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Bison standing there, his hands on his toe. "How nice to see you, Mister Bison," Miss Bat stated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," mused Mister Bison. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" rationalized Miss Bat madly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Harvey Wallbanger?"

"I can't stay," suggested Mister Bison. I just want to ask you what you think of the kitty that's come to the park.

"I really don't know," vouched Miss Bat. "I didn't know about any kitty. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," sobbed Mister Bison again. "I heard that this kitty likes to review combs."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Bison, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the park when we get a lot of kitties reviewing combs?"

"I can't imagine," stated Miss Bat.

"What are we going to do about it?" urged Mister Bison.

"Appoint a committee?" answered Miss Bat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Bison had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," sniped Miss Bat dubiously, 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 Bison steadily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," bellowed Miss Bat lazily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hammock on her front porch, looking out over the park and bouncing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Bison. Do come again."

"Just a minute," screeched Mister Bison slyly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied lightly.