Miss Bullfrog And The New Neighbor

Miss Bullfrog lived on a savanna in a sand castle made of starch. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Iguana standing there, her hands on her nose. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Iguana," Miss Bullfrog giggled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," enunciated Mrs. Iguana. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" reminded Miss Bullfrog slyly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a double latte?"

"I can't stay," concluded Mrs. Iguana. I just want to ask you what you think of the llama that's come to the savanna.

"I really don't know," joked Miss Bullfrog. "I didn't know about any llama. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," howled Mrs. Iguana automatically. "I heard that this llama likes to uncover pearls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Iguana, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the savanna when we get a lot of llamas uncovering pearls?"

"I can't imagine," spouted Miss Bullfrog.

"What are we going to do about it?" realized Mrs. Iguana.

"Appoint a committee?" clarified Miss Bullfrog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Iguana had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," queried Miss Bullfrog fervently, 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 Mrs. Iguana rapidly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," queried Miss Bullfrog reluctantly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bookcase on her front porch, looking out over the savanna and trembling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Iguana. Do come again."

"Just a minute," roared Mrs. Iguana lickety-split. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bullfrog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied blindly.