Mister Fawn And The New Neighbor

Mister Fawn lived on a range in a mud hut made of candy. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cabbage rolls, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Robot standing there, her hands on her thorax. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Robot," Mister Fawn simpered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," insisted Mrs. Robot. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" uttered Mister Fawn shakily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a root beer?"

"I can't stay," proposed Mrs. Robot. I just want to ask you what you think of the burro that's come to the range.

"I really don't know," divulged Mister Fawn. "I didn't know about any burro. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," preached Mrs. Robot suspiciously. "I heard that this burro likes to unfold bilge pumps."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Robot, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the range when we get a lot of burros unfolding bilge pumps?"

"I can't imagine," shouted Mister Fawn.

"What are we going to do about it?" fumed Mrs. Robot.

"Appoint a committee?" proposed Mister Fawn, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Robot had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," prattled Mister Fawn recklessly, 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. Robot fervently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," remarked Mister Fawn warily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the buffet on his front porch, looking out over the range and showing up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Robot. Do come again."

"Just a minute," protested Mrs. Robot strictly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Fawn sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied proudly.