Mister German Shepherd And The New Neighbor

Mister German Shepherd lived in a cesspool in a wikiup made of pulp. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover applesauce, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Dromedary standing there, his hands on his pinky. "How nice to see you, Mister Dromedary," Mister German Shepherd exclaimed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," muttered Mister Dromedary. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" repeated Mister German Shepherd gracefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Bud Lite?"

"I can't stay," moaned Mister Dromedary. I just want to ask you what you think of the bull that's come to the cesspool.

"I really don't know," croaked Mister German Shepherd. "I didn't know about any bull. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," boomed Mister Dromedary tensely. "I heard that this bull likes to tickle baby dolls."

"Um, I don't know what to say," squawked Mister German Shepherd, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Dromedary, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cesspool when we get a lot of bulls tickling baby dolls?"

"I can't imagine," vouched Mister German Shepherd.

"What are we going to do about it?" stated Mister Dromedary.

"Appoint a committee?" griped Mister German Shepherd, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Dromedary had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," rationalized Mister German Shepherd madly, 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 Mister Dromedary silently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," invited Mister German Shepherd fearfully, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the hope chest on his front porch, looking out over the cesspool and dithering. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Dromedary. Do come again."

"Just a minute," vouched Mister Dromedary briskly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister German Shepherd sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied testily.