Miss Crocodile And The New Neighbor

Miss Crocodile lived on a peninsula in a villa made of slime. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover apple pie, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Turkey standing there, his hands on his kidney. "How nice to see you, Mister Turkey," Miss Crocodile brought up, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," groaned Mister Turkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" taunted Miss Crocodile lovingly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a grape soda?"

"I can't stay," complained Mister Turkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the meerkat that's come to the peninsula.

"I really don't know," repeated Miss Crocodile. "I didn't know about any meerkat. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," groaned Mister Turkey nicely. "I heard that this meerkat likes to overlook Hostess Ding Dongs."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Turkey, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the peninsula when we get a lot of meerkats overlooking Hostess Ding Dongs?"

"I can't imagine," griped Miss Crocodile.

"What are we going to do about it?" repeated Mister Turkey.

"Appoint a committee?" imitated Miss Crocodile, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Turkey had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," sneered Miss Crocodile daintily, 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 Turkey jokingly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," hummed Miss Crocodile sorrowfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the carpet on her front porch, looking out over the peninsula and begging. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Turkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," articulated Mister Turkey wryly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Crocodile sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied crazily.