Miss Fox And The New Neighbor

Miss Fox lived in a housing development in a castle made of cow pies. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fish and chips, 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 Mrs. Eagle standing there, her hands on her belly button. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Eagle," Miss Fox railed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," blurted Mrs. Eagle. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" preached Miss Fox zestily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of Kool-Aid?"

"I can't stay," contended Mrs. Eagle. I just want to ask you what you think of the puma that's come to the housing development.

"I really don't know," continued Miss Fox. "I didn't know about any puma. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," grunted Mrs. Eagle swiftly. "I heard that this puma likes to brandish purses."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Eagle, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the housing development when we get a lot of pumas brandishing purses?"

"I can't imagine," boasted Miss Fox.

"What are we going to do about it?" giggled Mrs. Eagle.

"Appoint a committee?" disputed Miss Fox, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Eagle had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," murmured Miss Fox diligently, 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. Eagle cruelly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," alleged Miss Fox madly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the TV on her front porch, looking out over the housing development and fantasizing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Eagle. Do come again."

"Just a minute," simpered Mrs. Eagle vacantly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Fox sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied numbly.