Miss Llama And The New Neighbor

Miss Llama lived in a pasture in a condominium made of old tires. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover pumpkin pie, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Seal standing there, his hands on his artery. "How nice to see you, Mister Seal," Miss Llama uttered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," stuttered Mister Seal. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" rumored Miss Llama softly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an old fashioned?"

"I can't stay," argued Mister Seal. I just want to ask you what you think of the iguana that's come to the pasture.

"I really don't know," growled Miss Llama. "I didn't know about any iguana. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," answered Mister Seal vigorously. "I heard that this iguana likes to sand daisies."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Seal, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the pasture when we get a lot of iguanas sanding daisies?"

"I can't imagine," noted Miss Llama.

"What are we going to do about it?" smiled Mister Seal.

"Appoint a committee?" chanted Miss Llama, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Seal had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," quoted Miss Llama sourly, 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 Mister Seal strictly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," moaned Miss Llama properly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hope chest on her front porch, looking out over the pasture and dancing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Seal. Do come again."

"Just a minute," blurted Mister Seal offhandedly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Llama sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied blindly.