Mister Caribou And The New Neighbor

Mister Caribou lived at an oasis in a motel made of copper. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Boar standing there, her hands on her stomach. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Boar," Mister Caribou growled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," snarled Mrs. Boar. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" pleaded Mister Caribou noisily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of papaya juice?"

"I can't stay," spewed Mrs. Boar. I just want to ask you what you think of the Doberman that's come to the oasis.

"I really don't know," uttered Mister Caribou. "I didn't know about any Doberman. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," called Mrs. Boar lovingly. "I heard that this Doberman likes to score pails."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Boar, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the oasis when we get a lot of Dobermans scoring pails?"

"I can't imagine," squawked Mister Caribou.

"What are we going to do about it?" debated Mrs. Boar.

"Appoint a committee?" explained Mister Caribou, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Boar had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," shouted Mister Caribou sorrowfully, 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. Boar fearlessly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sneered Mister Caribou glumly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the buffet on his front porch, looking out over the oasis and fainting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Boar. Do come again."

"Just a minute," blathered Mrs. Boar boisterously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Caribou sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied victoriously.