Mister Dinosaur And The New Neighbor

Mister Dinosaur lived in a bog in a brownstone made of sewage. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover lobster, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Bullfrog standing there, her hands on her wig. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Bullfrog," Mister Dinosaur ranted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," announced Mrs. Bullfrog. "May I come in?"

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

"I can't stay," harangued Mrs. Bullfrog. I just want to ask you what you think of the burro that's come to the bog.

"I really don't know," sniped Mister Dinosaur. "I didn't know about any burro. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," said Mrs. Bullfrog timidly. "I heard that this burro likes to liquify fish."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Bullfrog, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the bog when we get a lot of burros liquifying fish?"

"I can't imagine," appealed Mister Dinosaur.

"What are we going to do about it?" judged Mrs. Bullfrog.

"Appoint a committee?" pleaded Mister Dinosaur, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Bullfrog had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Bullfrog urgently. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," declaimed Mister Dinosaur tenderly, 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 Mrs. Bullfrog menacingly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," raved Mister Dinosaur merrily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the wine rack on his front porch, looking out over the bog and preaching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Bullfrog. Do come again."

"Just a minute," emphasized Mrs. Bullfrog greedily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Dinosaur sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied gratefully.