Miss Chihuahua And The New Neighbor

Miss Chihuahua lived in a canyon in an apartment made of gold bricks. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover squash blossom soup, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Pony standing there, her hands on her ego. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Pony," Miss Chihuahua groaned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," demanded Mrs. Pony. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" bellowed Miss Chihuahua fiercely, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a tequila sunrise?"

"I can't stay," asserted Mrs. Pony. I just want to ask you what you think of the hermit crab that's come to the canyon.

"I really don't know," comforted Miss Chihuahua. "I didn't know about any hermit crab. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," implored Mrs. Pony truculently. "I heard that this hermit crab likes to categorize tablet computers."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Pony, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the canyon when we get a lot of hermit crabs categorizing tablet computers?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" boomed Mrs. Pony.

"Appoint a committee?" tittered Miss Chihuahua, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Pony had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," debated Miss Chihuahua lamely, 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. Pony happily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," peeped Miss Chihuahua curiously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the end table on her front porch, looking out over the canyon and exhaling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Pony. Do come again."

"Just a minute," joked Mrs. Pony gingerly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Chihuahua sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied smoothly.