Miss Turkey And The New Neighbor

Miss Turkey lived beside a creek in a homeless shelter made of wood. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover borscht, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Raven standing there, his hands on his tooth. "How nice to see you, Mister Raven," Miss Turkey prattled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," cajoled Mister Raven. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" stuttered Miss Turkey blankly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cappuccino?"

"I can't stay," persisted Mister Raven. I just want to ask you what you think of the cheetah that's come to the creek.

"I really don't know," pronounced Miss Turkey. "I didn't know about any cheetah. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," intimated Mister Raven brightly. "I heard that this cheetah likes to shove spoons."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Raven, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the creek when we get a lot of cheetahs shoving spoons?"

"I can't imagine," voiced Miss Turkey.

"What are we going to do about it?" revealed Mister Raven.

"Appoint a committee?" joked Miss Turkey, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Raven had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," giggled Miss Turkey bitterly, 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 Raven slyly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," burbled Miss Turkey swiftly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the ironing board on her front porch, looking out over the creek and weeping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Raven. Do come again."

"Just a minute," cajoled Mister Raven accidentally. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Turkey sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied openly.