Miss Bunny And The New Neighbor

Miss Bunny lived on a moonscape in a bungalow made of graham crackers. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cabbage, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Bumblebee standing there, his hands on his heel. "How nice to see you, Mister Bumblebee," Miss Bunny spewed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," vowed Mister Bumblebee. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" vowed Miss Bunny frenetically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an iced tea?"

"I can't stay," comforted Mister Bumblebee. I just want to ask you what you think of the chicken that's come to the moonscape.

"I really don't know," argued Miss Bunny. "I didn't know about any chicken. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," raved Mister Bumblebee bitterly. "I heard that this chicken likes to understand clothespins."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Bumblebee, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the moonscape when we get a lot of chickens understanding clothespins?"

"I can't imagine," noted Miss Bunny.

"What are we going to do about it?" disputed Mister Bumblebee.

"Appoint a committee?" agreed Miss Bunny, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Bumblebee had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," cried Miss Bunny flightily, 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 Bumblebee dolefully. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," spewed Miss Bunny tearfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the pillow on her front porch, looking out over the moonscape and chanting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Bumblebee. Do come again."

"Just a minute," spouted Mister Bumblebee intensely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bunny sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied ignobly.