Miss Jellyfish And The New Neighbor

Miss Jellyfish lived in a meadow in a stinky shack made of nuts and bolts. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover clam chowder, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Buzzard standing there, his hands on his kneecap. "How nice to see you, Mister Buzzard," Miss Jellyfish guessed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," mentioned Mister Buzzard. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" contended Miss Jellyfish flightily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," fumed Mister Buzzard. I just want to ask you what you think of the bird that's come to the meadow.

"I really don't know," yelped Miss Jellyfish. "I didn't know about any bird. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," bellowed Mister Buzzard sympathetically. "I heard that this bird likes to unlock photographs."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Buzzard, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the meadow when we get a lot of birds unlocking photographs?"

"I can't imagine," retorted Miss Jellyfish.

"What are we going to do about it?" fumed Mister Buzzard.

"Appoint a committee?" requested Miss Jellyfish, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Buzzard had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Buzzard uselessly. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," spewed Miss Jellyfish ruefully, 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 Mister Buzzard lickety-split. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," articulated Miss Jellyfish testily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the desk on her front porch, looking out over the meadow and wiggling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Buzzard. Do come again."

"Just a minute," conversed Mister Buzzard effortlessly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Jellyfish sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied cheerfully.