Miss Bunny And The New Neighbor

Miss Bunny lived on a wasteland in a ranch house made of lace. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover catfish stew, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Donkey standing there, her hands on her beard. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Donkey," Miss Bunny murmured, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," proposed Mrs. Donkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" remarked Miss Bunny joyously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of carrot juice?"

"I can't stay," persisted Mrs. Donkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the rat that's come to the wasteland.

"I really don't know," commented Miss Bunny. "I didn't know about any rat. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," requested Mrs. Donkey cheerfully. "I heard that this rat likes to rearrange tickets."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Donkey, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the wasteland when we get a lot of rats rearranging tickets?"

"I can't imagine," mumbled Miss Bunny.

"What are we going to do about it?" emphasized Mrs. Donkey.

"Appoint a committee?" retorted Miss Bunny, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Donkey had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," cajoled Miss Bunny languidly, 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. Donkey impatiently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," stated Miss Bunny boldly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the sofa on her front porch, looking out over the wasteland and whistling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Donkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," grieved Mrs. Donkey happily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bunny sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied lamely.