Miss Bullfrog And The New Neighbor

Miss Bullfrog lived in a badlands area in a quonset hut made of rope. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover mushroom quiche, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Mink standing there, her hands on her pride. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mink," Miss Bullfrog fumed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," rambled Mrs. Mink. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" shuddered Miss Bullfrog strangely, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an Alka-Seltzer?"

"I can't stay," professed Mrs. Mink. I just want to ask you what you think of the boa constrictor that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," chimed Miss Bullfrog. "I didn't know about any boa constrictor. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," crooned Mrs. Mink resignedly. "I heard that this boa constrictor likes to reposition flowers."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mink, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the badlands area when we get a lot of boa constrictors repositioning flowers?"

"I can't imagine," screeched Miss Bullfrog.

"What are we going to do about it?" rationalized Mrs. Mink.

"Appoint a committee?" recited Miss Bullfrog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mink had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," uttered Miss Bullfrog calmly, 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. Mink slowly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," peeped Miss Bullfrog offhandedly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the umbrella stand on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and shrugging. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mink. Do come again."

"Just a minute," bawled Mrs. Mink slowly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Bullfrog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied busily.