Miss Sasquatch And The New Neighbor

Miss Sasquatch lived in an arroyo in a townhouse made of junk cars. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fried chicken, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Chimpanzee standing there, his hands on his abdomen. "How nice to see you, Mister Chimpanzee," Miss Sasquatch blustered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," spat Mister Chimpanzee. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" responded Miss Sasquatch nervously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a latte?"

"I can't stay," protested Mister Chimpanzee. I just want to ask you what you think of the porcupine that's come to the arroyo.

"I really don't know," insisted Miss Sasquatch. "I didn't know about any porcupine. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," guessed Mister Chimpanzee obediently. "I heard that this porcupine likes to photograph protest signs."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Chimpanzee, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the arroyo when we get a lot of porcupines photographing protest signs?"

"I can't imagine," prattled Miss Sasquatch.

"What are we going to do about it?" nattered Mister Chimpanzee.

"Appoint a committee?" hissed Miss Sasquatch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Chimpanzee had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," responded Miss Sasquatch suavely, 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 Chimpanzee gruffly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," pointed out Miss Sasquatch violently, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the sofa on her front porch, looking out over the arroyo and glowering. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Chimpanzee. Do come again."

"Just a minute," muttered Mister Chimpanzee unabashedly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Sasquatch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied boisterously.