Mister Sheep And The New Neighbor

Mister Sheep lived at a lakeside in a KOA Kampground made of paper. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Goblin standing there, her hands on her skin. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Goblin," Mister Sheep mentioned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," chuckled Mrs. Goblin. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" mouthed Mister Sheep jokingly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of water?"

"I can't stay," provoked Mrs. Goblin. I just want to ask you what you think of the panda that's come to the lakeside.

"I really don't know," sighed Mister Sheep. "I didn't know about any panda. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," quavered Mrs. Goblin excitedly. "I heard that this panda likes to wipe balloons."

"Um, I don't know what to say," exclaimed Mister Sheep, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Goblin, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the lakeside when we get a lot of pandas wiping balloons?"

"I can't imagine," interrupted Mister Sheep.

"What are we going to do about it?" called Mrs. Goblin.

"Appoint a committee?" begged Mister Sheep, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Goblin had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," interpreted Mister Sheep trustingly, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Goblin rapidly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," rationalized Mister Sheep nonchalantly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the safe on his front porch, looking out over the lakeside and dressing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Goblin. Do come again."

"Just a minute," boomed Mrs. Goblin blissfully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Sheep thought he had answered, and was beginning to get wizened. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Goblin doing these days?"

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

Mister Sheep sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied daintily.