Mister Puppy And The New Neighbor

Mister Puppy lived on a cliff in a junk car made of denim. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Froot Loops, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Moose standing there, his hands on his thigh. "How nice to see you, Mister Moose," Mister Puppy began, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," whispered Mister Moose. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" stated Mister Puppy delicately, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Bloody Mary?"

"I can't stay," sniped Mister Moose. I just want to ask you what you think of the worm that's come to the cliff.

"I really don't know," remarked Mister Puppy. "I didn't know about any worm. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," shrieked Mister Moose blankly. "I heard that this worm likes to rearrange pigeons."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Moose, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cliff when we get a lot of worms rearranging pigeons?"

"I can't imagine," screamed Mister Puppy.

"What are we going to do about it?" cackled Mister Moose.

"Appoint a committee?" sniffed Mister Puppy, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Moose had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," yowled Mister Puppy lightly, 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 Mister Moose energetically. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," barked Mister Puppy dolefully, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the footstool on his front porch, looking out over the cliff and shivering. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Moose. Do come again."

"Just a minute," invited Mister Moose sympathetically. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Puppy thought he had answered, and was beginning to get pigeon-toed. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Moose doing these days?"

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

Mister Puppy sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied fondly.