Miss Jellyfish And The New Neighbor

Miss Jellyfish lived on a steppe in a trailer made of fairy dust. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover lasagna, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Polecat standing there, her hands on her thumb. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Polecat," Miss Jellyfish exploded, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," croaked Mrs. Polecat. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" interpreted Miss Jellyfish narrowly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," indicated Mrs. Polecat. I just want to ask you what you think of the yeti that's come to the steppe.

"I really don't know," grunted Miss Jellyfish. "I didn't know about any yeti. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," screamed Mrs. Polecat suddenly. "I heard that this yeti likes to remove arrowheads."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Polecat, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the steppe when we get a lot of yetis removing arrowheads?"

"I can't imagine," bellowed Miss Jellyfish.

"What are we going to do about it?" screeched Mrs. Polecat.

"Appoint a committee?" growled Miss Jellyfish, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Polecat had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," growled Miss Jellyfish boisterously, 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. Polecat pitifully. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," proposed Miss Jellyfish thankfully, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the filing cabinet on her front porch, looking out over the steppe and playing Farmer in the Dell. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Polecat. Do come again."

"Just a minute," winked Mrs. Polecat deftly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Jellyfish sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied grimly.