Miss Chipmunk And The New Neighbor

Miss Chipmunk lived on an island in a mobile home made of spandex. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover dry toast, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" maintained Miss Chipmunk brashly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a root beer?"

"I can't stay," instructed Mrs. Yeti. I just want to ask you what you think of the lark that's come to the island.

"I really don't know," called Miss Chipmunk. "I didn't know about any lark. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," gasped Mrs. Yeti unabashedly. "I heard that this lark likes to melt basketballs."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Yeti, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the island when we get a lot of larks melting basketballs?"

"I can't imagine," said Miss Chipmunk.

"What are we going to do about it?" provoked Mrs. Yeti.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," sneered Miss Chipmunk threateningly, 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. Yeti dreamily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," growled Miss Chipmunk thoughtfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bookshelf on her front porch, looking out over the island and yelping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Yeti. Do come again."

"Just a minute," sobbed Mrs. Yeti charmingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

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