Miss Yeti And The New Neighbor

Miss Yeti lived on a seacoast in a crypt made of lace. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Swiss cheese, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Turkey standing there, his hands on his finger. "How nice to see you, Mister Turkey," Miss Yeti complained, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," sniffed Mister Turkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" vowed Miss Yeti courageously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a sarsaparilla?"

"I can't stay," proposed Mister Turkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the wombat that's come to the seacoast.

"I really don't know," squawked Miss Yeti. "I didn't know about any wombat. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," sniped Mister Turkey jokingly. "I heard that this wombat likes to finish baby dolls."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Turkey, 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 wombats finishing baby dolls?"

"I can't imagine," hummed Miss Yeti.

"What are we going to do about it?" insisted Mister Turkey.

"Appoint a committee?" gasped Miss Yeti, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Turkey had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," brought up Miss Yeti valiantly, 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 Turkey softly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," noted Miss Yeti deftly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the chest of drawers on her front porch, looking out over the seacoast and gasping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Turkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," queried Mister Turkey sadly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Yeti sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied carelessly.