Mister Bullfrog And The New Neighbor

Mister Bullfrog lived at a dump in a flat made of thatch. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken chow mein, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Yeti standing there, his hands on his hairdo. "How nice to see you, Mister Yeti," Mister Bullfrog explained, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," reacted Mister Yeti. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" wept Mister Bullfrog timidly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cambric tea?"

"I can't stay," mumbled Mister Yeti. I just want to ask you what you think of the parrot that's come to the dump.

"I really don't know," invited Mister Bullfrog. "I didn't know about any parrot. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," stormed Mister Yeti greedily. "I heard that this parrot likes to stash Kindles."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Yeti, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the dump when we get a lot of parrots stashing Kindles?"

"I can't imagine," emphasized Mister Bullfrog.

"What are we going to do about it?" begged Mister Yeti.

"Appoint a committee?" vouched Mister Bullfrog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Yeti had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," imitated Mister Bullfrog admiringly, 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 Yeti briskly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," chuckled Mister Bullfrog sourly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the ottoman on his front porch, looking out over the dump and waiting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Yeti. Do come again."

"Just a minute," interpreted Mister Yeti caustically. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Bullfrog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied flightily.