Mister Mosquito And The New Neighbor

Mister Mosquito lived in a desert in a travel trailer made of mahogany. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Cheerios, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Chihuahua standing there, her hands on her artery. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Chihuahua," Mister Mosquito disputed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," gabbed Mrs. Chihuahua. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" called Mister Mosquito brightly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of grape juice?"

"I can't stay," implored Mrs. Chihuahua. I just want to ask you what you think of the robot that's come to the desert.

"I really don't know," babbled Mister Mosquito. "I didn't know about any robot. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," yowled Mrs. Chihuahua resignedly. "I heard that this robot likes to overturn lollipops."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Chihuahua, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the desert when we get a lot of robots overturning lollipops?"

"I can't imagine," ranted Mister Mosquito.

"What are we going to do about it?" worried Mrs. Chihuahua.

"Appoint a committee?" stuttered Mister Mosquito, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Chihuahua had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," giggled Mister Mosquito coldly, 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. Chihuahua glibly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," analyzed Mister Mosquito excitedly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the desk on his front porch, looking out over the desert and blowing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Chihuahua. Do come again."

"Just a minute," screeched Mrs. Chihuahua nicely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Mosquito sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied gleefully.