Miss Bison And The New Neighbor

Miss Bison lived in a desert in a sod house made of yarn. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover scrambled eggs, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Horse standing there, her hands on her arm. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Horse," Miss Bison mused, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," chimed Mrs. Horse. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" blurted Miss Bison noisily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a tequila sunrise?"

"I can't stay," clarified Mrs. Horse. I just want to ask you what you think of the buzzard that's come to the desert.

"I really don't know," belched Miss Bison. "I didn't know about any buzzard. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," moaned Mrs. Horse narrowly. "I heard that this buzzard likes to cut calling cards."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Horse, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the desert when we get a lot of buzzards cutting calling cards?"

"I can't imagine," questioned Miss Bison.

"What are we going to do about it?" articulated Mrs. Horse.

"Appoint a committee?" retorted Miss Bison, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Horse had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," moaned Miss Bison bitterly, 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. Horse coldly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," brought up Miss Bison glumly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the rocking chair on her front porch, looking out over the desert and getting along. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Horse. Do come again."

"Just a minute," stated Mrs. Horse carefully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bison sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied flightily.