Miss Pigeon And The New Neighbor

Miss Pigeon lived in a rainforest in a manor made of dreams and visions. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover egg salad sandwich, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Mole standing there, his hands on his little finger. "How nice to see you, Mister Mole," Miss Pigeon orated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," harangued Mister Mole. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" informed Miss Pigeon gracefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an iced tea?"

"I can't stay," screeched Mister Mole. I just want to ask you what you think of the goldfish that's come to the rainforest.

"I really don't know," purred Miss Pigeon. "I didn't know about any goldfish. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," revealed Mister Mole silently. "I heard that this goldfish likes to check pickles."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Mole, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the rainforest when we get a lot of goldfish checking pickles?"

"I can't imagine," grieved Miss Pigeon.

"What are we going to do about it?" interpreted Mister Mole.

"Appoint a committee?" sputtered Miss Pigeon, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Mole had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," muttered Miss Pigeon frenetically, 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 Mole curiously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," scoffed Miss Pigeon admiringly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the rocking chair on her front porch, looking out over the rainforest and nodding off. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Mole. Do come again."

"Just a minute," barked Mister Mole mysteriously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Pigeon sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied ignobly.