Miss Ferret And The New Neighbor

Miss Ferret lived on a seacoast in a skyscraper made of gravel. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken pot pie, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Brine shrimp standing there, her hands on her belly button. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Brine shrimp," Miss Ferret stated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," disputed Mrs. Brine shrimp. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" bragged Miss Ferret confidently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a shot of whiskey?"

"I can't stay," questioned Mrs. Brine shrimp. I just want to ask you what you think of the mouse that's come to the seacoast.

"I really don't know," indicated Miss Ferret. "I didn't know about any mouse. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," bragged Mrs. Brine shrimp steadily. "I heard that this mouse likes to silence rocks."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Brine shrimp, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the seacoast when we get a lot of mice silencing rocks?"

"I can't imagine," persisted Miss Ferret.

"What are we going to do about it?" blubbered Mrs. Brine shrimp.

"Appoint a committee?" scoffed Miss Ferret, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Brine shrimp had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Brine shrimp sarcastically. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," avowed Miss Ferret anxiously, 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. Brine shrimp sheepishly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," rationalized Miss Ferret repeatedly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the stool on her front porch, looking out over the seacoast and belching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Brine shrimp. Do come again."

"Just a minute," affirmed Mrs. Brine shrimp sternly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Ferret sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied ingeniously.