Mister Bison And The New Neighbor

Mister Bison lived in a pasture in a geodesic dome made of spandex. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fried chicken, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Jellyfish standing there, his hands on his hair. "How nice to see you, Mister Jellyfish," Mister Bison disputed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," admitted Mister Jellyfish. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" shuddered Mister Bison grimly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a daiquiri?"

"I can't stay," rumored Mister Jellyfish. I just want to ask you what you think of the buzzard that's come to the pasture.

"I really don't know," comforted Mister Bison. "I didn't know about any buzzard. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," chimed Mister Jellyfish bravely. "I heard that this buzzard likes to admire hair dryers."

"Um, I don't know what to say," burbled Mister Bison, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Jellyfish, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the pasture when we get a lot of buzzards admiring hair dryers?"

"I can't imagine," jeered Mister Bison.

"What are we going to do about it?" wondered Mister Jellyfish.

"Appoint a committee?" griped Mister Bison, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Jellyfish had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," scoffed Mister Bison intensely, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Jellyfish bitterly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," intimated Mister Bison sadly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the rug on his front porch, looking out over the pasture and applauding. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Jellyfish. Do come again."

"Just a minute," queried Mister Jellyfish sorrowfully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Bison sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied gracefully.