Mister Dromedary And The New Neighbor

Mister Dromedary lived in a country meadow in a chateau made of burlap. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ceviche, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Ghost standing there, her hands on her horn. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Ghost," Mister Dromedary voiced, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," howled Mrs. Ghost. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chattered Mister Dromedary rapidly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Mountain Dew?"

"I can't stay," said Mrs. Ghost. I just want to ask you what you think of the boar that's come to the country meadow.

"I really don't know," snorted Mister Dromedary. "I didn't know about any boar. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," lamented Mrs. Ghost immediately. "I heard that this boar likes to dye whistles."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Ghost, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the country meadow when we get a lot of boars dyeing whistles?"

"I can't imagine," began Mister Dromedary.

"What are we going to do about it?" called Mrs. Ghost.

"Appoint a committee?" agreed Mister Dromedary, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Ghost had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," shrieked Mister Dromedary deftly, 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 Mrs. Ghost curiously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," blathered Mister Dromedary dreamily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the bar stool on his front porch, looking out over the country meadow and getting along. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Ghost. Do come again."

"Just a minute," debated Mrs. Ghost lovingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Dromedary thought he had answered, and was beginning to get excitable. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Ghost doing these days?"

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

Mister Dromedary sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied flightily.