Miss Computer And The New Neighbor

Miss Computer lived at a crime scene in an apartment made of nuts and bolts. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ravioli, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Grasshopper standing there, her hands on her paw. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Grasshopper," Miss Computer conversed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," stated Mrs. Grasshopper. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" taunted Miss Computer vigorously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of espresso?"

"I can't stay," wept Mrs. Grasshopper. I just want to ask you what you think of the honeybee that's come to the crime scene.

"I really don't know," lectured Miss Computer. "I didn't know about any honeybee. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," avowed Mrs. Grasshopper wryly. "I heard that this honeybee likes to rotate tickets."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Grasshopper, 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 honeybees rotating tickets?"

"I can't imagine," reasoned Miss Computer.

"What are we going to do about it?" squeaked Mrs. Grasshopper.

"Appoint a committee?" voiced Miss Computer, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Grasshopper had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," hummed Miss Computer dubiously, 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. Grasshopper recklessly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," insisted Miss Computer needlessly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wardrobe on her front porch, looking out over the crime scene and twitching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Grasshopper. Do come again."

"Just a minute," implored Mrs. Grasshopper nonchalantly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Computer sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied hungrily.