Miss Coyote And The New Neighbor

Miss Coyote lived on a butte in a church made of money. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Hamburger Helper, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Sasquatch standing there, his hands on his dignity. "How nice to see you, Mister Sasquatch," Miss Coyote indicated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," bellowed Mister Sasquatch. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" began Miss Coyote trustingly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Mai Tai?"

"I can't stay," snorted Mister Sasquatch. I just want to ask you what you think of the gila monster that's come to the butte.

"I really don't know," shuddered Miss Coyote. "I didn't know about any gila monster. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," vowed Mister Sasquatch later. "I heard that this gila monster likes to whirl flashlights."

"Um, I don't know what to say," whispered Miss Coyote, 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 butte when we get a lot of gila monsters whirling flashlights?"

"I can't imagine," ranted Miss Coyote.

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

"Appoint a committee?" squealed Miss Coyote, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Sasquatch had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," continued Miss Coyote trustingly, 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 Sasquatch sharply. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," spouted Miss Coyote recklessly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the carpet on her front porch, looking out over the butte and pausing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Sasquatch. Do come again."

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

Miss Coyote thought she had answered, and was beginning to get sanguine. "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?"

Miss Coyote sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied effortlessly.