Miss Boa Constrictor And The New Neighbor

Miss Boa constrictor lived on a range in a travel trailer made of fur. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover sweet potatoes, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Horsie standing there, his hands on his pancreas. "How nice to see you, Mister Horsie," Miss Boa constrictor crooned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," hinted Mister Horsie. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" admitted Miss Boa constrictor hysterically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of cocoa?"

"I can't stay," vouched Mister Horsie. I just want to ask you what you think of the mule that's come to the range.

"I really don't know," concluded Miss Boa constrictor. "I didn't know about any mule. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," yelled Mister Horsie lazily. "I heard that this mule likes to photograph hair brushes."

"Um, I don't know what to say," stormed Miss Boa constrictor, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Horsie, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the range when we get a lot of mules photographing hair brushes?"

"I can't imagine," intoned Miss Boa constrictor.

"What are we going to do about it?" vowed Mister Horsie.

"Appoint a committee?" complained Miss Boa constrictor, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Horsie had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," articulated Miss Boa constrictor coldly, 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 Horsie peevishly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," growled Miss Boa constrictor fiercely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the file cabinet on her front porch, looking out over the range and relaxing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Horsie. Do come again."

"Just a minute," harangued Mister Horsie repeatedly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Boa constrictor sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied grimly.