Miss Bunny And The New Neighbor

Miss Bunny lived on a peninsula in a mobile home made of candy. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover corn on the cob, 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 Mister Koala standing there, his hands on his cheek. "How nice to see you, Mister Koala," Miss Bunny groaned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," phrased Mister Koala. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" blubbered Miss Bunny gruffly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an ice cream soda?"

"I can't stay," responded Mister Koala. I just want to ask you what you think of the rabbit that's come to the peninsula.

"I really don't know," sneered Miss Bunny. "I didn't know about any rabbit. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," stammered Mister Koala woefully. "I heard that this rabbit likes to abuse rubber stamps."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Koala, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the peninsula when we get a lot of rabbits abusing rubber stamps?"

"I can't imagine," interrupted Miss Bunny.

"What are we going to do about it?" lectured Mister Koala.

"Appoint a committee?" admitted Miss Bunny, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Koala had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," griped Miss Bunny cunningly, 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 Koala courteously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," agreed Miss Bunny grudgingly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the pillow on her front porch, looking out over the peninsula and bawling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Koala. Do come again."

"Just a minute," yammered Mister Koala kindly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bunny sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied caustically.