Mister Buzzard And The New Neighbor

Mister Buzzard lived in a countryside in a palace made of concrete. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fondue, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Chameleon standing there, his hands on his spine. "How nice to see you, Mister Chameleon," Mister Buzzard responded, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," boasted Mister Chameleon. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" rumored Mister Buzzard confidently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a 7-Up?"

"I can't stay," smiled Mister Chameleon. I just want to ask you what you think of the jellyfish that's come to the countryside.

"I really don't know," queried Mister Buzzard. "I didn't know about any jellyfish. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," preached Mister Chameleon hysterically. "I heard that this jellyfish likes to plasticize bells."

"Um, I don't know what to say," informed Mister Buzzard, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Chameleon, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the countryside when we get a lot of jellyfish plasticizing bells?"

"I can't imagine," interrupted Mister Buzzard.

"What are we going to do about it?" sobbed Mister Chameleon.

"Appoint a committee?" hollered Mister Buzzard, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Chameleon had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," suggested Mister Buzzard firmly, 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 Chameleon stupidly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," bragged Mister Buzzard curiously, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the pillow on his front porch, looking out over the countryside and breathing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Chameleon. Do come again."

"Just a minute," voiced Mister Chameleon sweetly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Buzzard sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied properly.