Miss Burro And The New Neighbor

Miss Burro lived on a path in a junk car made of old tires. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover jambalaya, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Colt standing there, her hands on her aorta. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Colt," Miss Burro roared, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," reacted Mrs. Colt. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" rumored Miss Burro daintily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Mojito?"

"I can't stay," interpreted Mrs. Colt. I just want to ask you what you think of the horse that's come to the path.

"I really don't know," asked Miss Burro. "I didn't know about any horse. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," groaned Mrs. Colt temperamentally. "I heard that this horse likes to plasticize spools of thread."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Colt, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the path when we get a lot of horses plasticizing spools of thread?"

"I can't imagine," wept Miss Burro.

"What are we going to do about it?" murmured Mrs. Colt.

"Appoint a committee?" nattered Miss Burro, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Colt had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," giggled Miss Burro sleepily, 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. Colt courteously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," giggled Miss Burro dubiously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the china cabinet on her front porch, looking out over the path and barfing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Colt. Do come again."

"Just a minute," revealed Mrs. Colt suddenly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Burro sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied warily.