Miss Donkey And The New Neighbor

Miss Donkey lived in a park in a junk car made of leather. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover crumb cake, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Fish standing there, her hands on her toupee. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Fish," Miss Donkey vouched, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," fretted Mrs. Fish. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chuckled Miss Donkey woefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Tom Collins?"

"I can't stay," acknowledged Mrs. Fish. I just want to ask you what you think of the yeti that's come to the park.

"I really don't know," comforted Miss Donkey. "I didn't know about any yeti. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," stated Mrs. Fish threateningly. "I heard that this yeti likes to sand cookies."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Fish, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the park when we get a lot of yetis sanding cookies?"

"I can't imagine," argued Miss Donkey.

"What are we going to do about it?" maintained Mrs. Fish.

"Appoint a committee?" rationalized Miss Donkey, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Fish had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," asked Miss Donkey impatiently, 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. Fish hungrily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," crooned Miss Donkey swiftly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the chest of drawers on her front porch, looking out over the park and cheering up. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Fish. Do come again."

"Just a minute," croaked Mrs. Fish warily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Donkey sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied openly.