Miss Yeti And The New Neighbor

Miss Yeti lived at a crime scene in a manor house made of reeds. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chopped liver, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Mink standing there, her hands on her chest. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mink," Miss Yeti stuttered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," exploded Mrs. Mink. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" spouted Miss Yeti properly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Cuba libre?"

"I can't stay," yelled Mrs. Mink. I just want to ask you what you think of the jackal that's come to the crime scene.

"I really don't know," taunted Miss Yeti. "I didn't know about any jackal. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," grunted Mrs. Mink zestily. "I heard that this jackal likes to split tubes of toothpaste."

"Um, I don't know what to say," brought up Miss Yeti, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mink, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the crime scene when we get a lot of jackals splitting tubes of toothpaste?"

"I can't imagine," simpered Miss Yeti.

"What are we going to do about it?" invited Mrs. Mink.

"Appoint a committee?" reacted Miss Yeti, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mink had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," explained Miss Yeti nonchalantly, 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. Mink temperamentally. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," persisted Miss Yeti admiringly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the overstuffed chair on her front porch, looking out over the crime scene and weeping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mink. Do come again."

"Just a minute," shrieked Mrs. Mink stealthily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

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