Mister Sheep And The New Neighbor

Mister Sheep lived in a field in a cave made of bronze. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ramen noodles, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Sasquatch standing there, his hands on his back. "How nice to see you, Mister Sasquatch," Mister Sheep purred, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," chanted Mister Sasquatch. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" swore Mister Sheep solemnly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an old fashioned?"

"I can't stay," shuddered Mister Sasquatch. I just want to ask you what you think of the walrus that's come to the field.

"I really don't know," reacted Mister Sheep. "I didn't know about any walrus. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," urged Mister Sasquatch speedily. "I heard that this walrus likes to split tennis rackets."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Sasquatch, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the field when we get a lot of walruses splitting tennis rackets?"

"I can't imagine," screamed Mister Sheep.

"What are we going to do about it?" orated Mister Sasquatch.

"Appoint a committee?" phrased Mister Sheep, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Sasquatch had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," remarked Mister Sheep hysterically, 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 Mister Sasquatch brashly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," analyzed Mister Sheep softly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the umbrella stand on his front porch, looking out over the field and going limp. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Sasquatch. Do come again."

"Just a minute," spat Mister Sasquatch quietly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Sheep sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied sadly.