Miss Hornet And The New Neighbor

Miss Hornet lived in a glen in an apartment made of cards. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tacos, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Bull standing there, her hands on her shin. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Bull," Miss Hornet sneered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," informed Mrs. Bull. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" interrupted Miss Hornet hungrily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a sarsaparilla?"

"I can't stay," bawled Mrs. Bull. I just want to ask you what you think of the Pekingese that's come to the glen.

"I really don't know," drawled Miss Hornet. "I didn't know about any Pekingese. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," sighed Mrs. Bull stupidly. "I heard that this Pekingese likes to pick corks."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Bull, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the glen when we get a lot of Pekingeses picking corks?"

"I can't imagine," offered Miss Hornet.

"What are we going to do about it?" growled Mrs. Bull.

"Appoint a committee?" admitted Miss Hornet, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Bull had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," belched Miss Hornet threateningly, 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. Bull wearily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sniveled Miss Hornet lamely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wardrobe on her front porch, looking out over the glen and crying. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Bull. Do come again."

"Just a minute," asserted Mrs. Bull sweetly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Hornet sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied humbly.