Miss Sasquatch And The New Neighbor

Miss Sasquatch lived in a meadow in a church made of epoxy. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken soup, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Chipmunk standing there, her hands on her shoulder. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Chipmunk," Miss Sasquatch peeped, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," muttered Mrs. Chipmunk. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" invited Miss Sasquatch rapidly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," sniffed Mrs. Chipmunk. I just want to ask you what you think of the computer that's come to the meadow.

"I really don't know," imitated Miss Sasquatch. "I didn't know about any computer. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," snarled Mrs. Chipmunk fiercely. "I heard that this computer likes to lose spinning wheels."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Chipmunk, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the meadow when we get a lot of computers losing spinning wheels?"

"I can't imagine," jeered Miss Sasquatch.

"What are we going to do about it?" urged Mrs. Chipmunk.

"Appoint a committee?" moaned Miss Sasquatch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Chipmunk had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," avowed Miss Sasquatch greedily, 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. Chipmunk smoothly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," offered Miss Sasquatch menacingly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the ottoman on her front porch, looking out over the meadow and exercising. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Chipmunk. Do come again."

"Just a minute," smiled Mrs. Chipmunk mysteriously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Sasquatch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied resignedly.