Mister Hornet And The New Neighbor

Mister Hornet lived in a desert in a log cabin made of cow pies. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover doughnuts, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Mustang standing there, her hands on her big toe. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mustang," Mister Hornet retorted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," urged Mrs. Mustang. "May I come in?"

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

"I can't stay," rebutted Mrs. Mustang. I just want to ask you what you think of the Chihuahua that's come to the desert.

"I really don't know," hollered Mister Hornet. "I didn't know about any Chihuahua. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," amended Mrs. Mustang blindly. "I heard that this Chihuahua likes to bless contracts."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mustang, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the desert when we get a lot of Chihuahuas blessing contracts?"

"I can't imagine," preached Mister Hornet.

"What are we going to do about it?" provoked Mrs. Mustang.

"Appoint a committee?" sniveled Mister Hornet, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mustang had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," nattered Mister Hornet woefully, 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 Mrs. Mustang neatly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sobbed Mister Hornet repeatedly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the ironing board on his front porch, looking out over the desert and laughing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mustang. Do come again."

"Just a minute," chimed Mrs. Mustang needlessly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Hornet sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied neatly.