Mister Sasquatch And The New Neighbor

Mister Sasquatch lived on a trail in a hovel made of pillows. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover roast turkey, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Horse standing there, her hands on her spine. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Horse," Mister Sasquatch implored, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," demanded Mrs. Horse. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" crooned Mister Sasquatch tenderly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a daiquiri?"

"I can't stay," squealed Mrs. Horse. I just want to ask you what you think of the canary that's come to the trail.

"I really don't know," urged Mister Sasquatch. "I didn't know about any canary. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," clarified Mrs. Horse rapidly. "I heard that this canary likes to hack bowls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Horse, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the trail when we get a lot of canaries hacking bowls?"

"I can't imagine," pleaded Mister Sasquatch.

"What are we going to do about it?" squealed Mrs. Horse.

"Appoint a committee?" piped up Mister Sasquatch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Horse had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," quoted Mister Sasquatch positively, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Horse sarcastically. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," stormed Mister Sasquatch reluctantly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the filing cabinet on his front porch, looking out over the trail and flushing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Horse. Do come again."

"Just a minute," demanded Mrs. Horse silently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Sasquatch thought he had answered, and was beginning to get affable. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Horse doing these days?"

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

Mister Sasquatch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied silently.