Mister Unicorn And The New Neighbor

Mister Unicorn lived in a grassland in a monastery made of taffy. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cornbread, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Mustang standing there, her hands on her lung. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mustang," Mister Unicorn piped up, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," interrupted Mrs. Mustang. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" enunciated Mister Unicorn noisily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"I can't stay," murmured Mrs. Mustang. I just want to ask you what you think of the worm that's come to the grassland.

"I really don't know," maintained Mister Unicorn. "I didn't know about any worm. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," asked Mrs. Mustang busily. "I heard that this worm likes to rebuild cream puffs."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mustang, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the grassland when we get a lot of worms rebuilding cream puffs?"

"I can't imagine," argued Mister Unicorn.

"What are we going to do about it?" moaned Mrs. Mustang.

"Appoint a committee?" enunciated Mister Unicorn, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mustang had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," opined Mister Unicorn deliberately, 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. Mustang neatly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," spouted Mister Unicorn hastily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the beanbag chair on his front porch, looking out over the grassland and backing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mustang. Do come again."

"Just a minute," snorted Mrs. Mustang stupidly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Unicorn sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied sweetly.