Miss Sasquatch And The New Neighbor

Miss Sasquatch lived at a lakeside in a cardboard box made of hay. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tofu, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Mouse standing there, his hands on his chin. "How nice to see you, Mister Mouse," Miss Sasquatch pronounced, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," guessed Mister Mouse. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chortled Miss Sasquatch viciously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Pepto Bismol?"

"I can't stay," bawled Mister Mouse. I just want to ask you what you think of the Guinea pig that's come to the lakeside.

"I really don't know," snorted Miss Sasquatch. "I didn't know about any Guinea pig. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," harangued Mister Mouse cunningly. "I heard that this Guinea pig likes to inspect paper towels."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Mouse, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the lakeside when we get a lot of Guinea pigs inspecting paper towels?"

"I can't imagine," indicated Miss Sasquatch.

"What are we going to do about it?" breathed Mister Mouse.

"Appoint a committee?" intoned Miss Sasquatch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Mouse had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stormed Miss Sasquatch crankily, 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 Mister Mouse craftily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," amended Miss Sasquatch dubiously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the rug on her front porch, looking out over the lakeside and freezing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Mouse. Do come again."

"Just a minute," scoffed Mister Mouse uneasily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Sasquatch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied slyly.