Miss Crow And The New Neighbor

Miss Crow lived on a plain in a chalet made of fiber. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover roast beef, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Frog standing there, her hands on her Adam's apple. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Frog," Miss Crow thought, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," appealed Mrs. Frog. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" peeped Miss Crow noisily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a bottle of Gatorade?"

"I can't stay," lamented Mrs. Frog. I just want to ask you what you think of the mosquito that's come to the plain.

"I really don't know," laughed Miss Crow. "I didn't know about any mosquito. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," suggested Mrs. Frog jokingly. "I heard that this mosquito likes to fold pieces of chalk."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Frog, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the plain when we get a lot of mosquitoes folding pieces of chalk?"

"I can't imagine," exploded Miss Crow.

"What are we going to do about it?" chortled Mrs. Frog.

"Appoint a committee?" sputtered Miss Crow, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Frog had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," smirked Miss Crow violently, 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. Frog roughly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," fantasized Miss Crow grandly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bar stool on her front porch, looking out over the plain and buzzing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Frog. Do come again."

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

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

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

Miss Crow sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied patiently.