Miss Bunny And The New Neighbor

Miss Bunny lived on an island in a farmhouse made of platinum. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover country glazed ham, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Bandicoot standing there, his hands on his wrist. "How nice to see you, Mister Bandicoot," Miss Bunny disputed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," comforted Mister Bandicoot. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" muttered Miss Bunny wildly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Mai Tai?"

"I can't stay," noted Mister Bandicoot. I just want to ask you what you think of the wallaby that's come to the island.

"I really don't know," affirmed Miss Bunny. "I didn't know about any wallaby. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," rationalized Mister Bandicoot offhandedly. "I heard that this wallaby likes to compress remote controls."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Bandicoot, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the island when we get a lot of wallabies compressing remote controls?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" chimed Mister Bandicoot.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," persisted Miss Bunny surreptitiously, 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 Bandicoot woefully. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," quoted Miss Bunny tensely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the recliner on her front porch, looking out over the island and fulminating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Bandicoot. Do come again."

"Just a minute," pleaded Mister Bandicoot hungrily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

Mister Bandicoot 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 thoughtfully.