Miss Yeti And The New Neighbor

Miss Yeti lived in a valley in a trailer made of tempered glass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prune pudding, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

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

"I can't stay," muttered Mister Deer. I just want to ask you what you think of the eel that's come to the valley.

"I really don't know," said Miss Yeti. "I didn't know about any eel. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," quoted Mister Deer hungrily. "I heard that this eel likes to empty stuffed kittens."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Deer, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the valley when we get a lot of eels emptying stuffed kittens?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" breathed Mister Deer.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," muttered Miss Yeti tearfully, 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 Deer stupidly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sputtered Miss Yeti wildly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the casket on her front porch, looking out over the valley and snickering. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Deer. Do come again."

"Just a minute," instructed Mister Deer shakily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

Mister Deer 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 doubtfully.