Miss Gnu And The New Neighbor

Miss Gnu lived at a crime scene in a villa made of brick. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover doughnuts, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Buffalo standing there, her hands on her eye. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Buffalo," Miss Gnu interpreted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," squawked Mrs. Buffalo. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" croaked Miss Gnu again, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Moscow mule?"

"I can't stay," shrieked Mrs. Buffalo. I just want to ask you what you think of the llama that's come to the crime scene.

"I really don't know," screamed Miss Gnu. "I didn't know about any llama. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," declared Mrs. Buffalo sympathetically. "I heard that this llama likes to describe spools of thread."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Buffalo, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the crime scene when we get a lot of llamas describing spools of thread?"

"I can't imagine," burbled Miss Gnu.

"What are we going to do about it?" avowed Mrs. Buffalo.

"Appoint a committee?" barked Miss Gnu, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Buffalo had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," questioned Miss Gnu majestically, 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 Mrs. Buffalo nimbly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," declaimed Miss Gnu boldly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wardrobe on her front porch, looking out over the crime scene and squealing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Buffalo. Do come again."

"Just a minute," railed Mrs. Buffalo furiously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Gnu sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied innocently.