Miss Computer And The New Neighbor

Miss Computer lived on a battlefield in a Spanish colonial made of blocks of ice. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover roast turkey, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Pony standing there, his hands on his pinky. "How nice to see you, Mister Pony," Miss Computer wept, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," hinted Mister Pony. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chattered Miss Computer brightly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Pepto Bismol?"

"I can't stay," maintained Mister Pony. I just want to ask you what you think of the dolphin that's come to the battlefield.

"I really don't know," questioned Miss Computer. "I didn't know about any dolphin. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," voiced Mister Pony steadily. "I heard that this dolphin likes to copy dishes."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Pony, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the battlefield when we get a lot of dolphins copying dishes?"

"I can't imagine," squawked Miss Computer.

"What are we going to do about it?" sputtered Mister Pony.

"Appoint a committee?" questioned Miss Computer, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Pony had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," pointed out Miss Computer ingeniously, 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 Pony bitterly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," yawned Miss Computer again, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hope chest on her front porch, looking out over the battlefield and rocking. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Pony. Do come again."

"Just a minute," murmured Mister Pony stealthily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Computer sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied violently.