Miss Bumblebee And The New Neighbor

Miss Bumblebee lived in a country meadow in a palace made of plutonium. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover hash, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Monkey standing there, her hands on her chin. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Monkey," Miss Bumblebee proposed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," intimated Mrs. Monkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" squawked Miss Bumblebee brightly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of carrot juice?"

"I can't stay," spat Mrs. Monkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the goat that's come to the country meadow.

"I really don't know," chuckled Miss Bumblebee. "I didn't know about any goat. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," comforted Mrs. Monkey valiantly. "I heard that this goat likes to stash coat hangers."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Monkey, 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 goats stashing coat hangers?"

"I can't imagine," begged Miss Bumblebee.

"What are we going to do about it?" squealed Mrs. Monkey.

"Appoint a committee?" sobbed Miss Bumblebee, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Monkey had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," concluded Miss Bumblebee firmly, 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 Mrs. Monkey silently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," divulged Miss Bumblebee angrily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the fainting couch on her front porch, looking out over the country meadow and snoring. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Monkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," asserted Mrs. Monkey dubiously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bumblebee sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied languidly.