Miss Rabbit And The New Neighbor

Miss Rabbit lived on a steppe in a trailer made of cement. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover bread and butter, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Skunk standing there, his hands on his shoulder. "How nice to see you, Mister Skunk," Miss Rabbit squealed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," alleged Mister Skunk. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" wondered Miss Rabbit nonchalantly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Scotch and soda?"

"I can't stay," queried Mister Skunk. I just want to ask you what you think of the sasquatch that's come to the steppe.

"I really don't know," hummed Miss Rabbit. "I didn't know about any sasquatch. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," squawked Mister Skunk brightly. "I heard that this sasquatch likes to exclude cameras."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Skunk, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the steppe when we get a lot of sasquatches excluding cameras?"

"I can't imagine," squealed Miss Rabbit.

"What are we going to do about it?" shrieked Mister Skunk.

"Appoint a committee?" opined Miss Rabbit, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Skunk had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," emphasized Miss Rabbit quietly, 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 Skunk breathlessly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," gabbed Miss Rabbit lamely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the canopy bed on her front porch, looking out over the steppe and vegetating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Skunk. Do come again."

"Just a minute," wondered Mister Skunk busily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Rabbit sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied uneasily.