Mister Frog And The New Neighbor

Mister Frog lived at a lakeside in a teepee made of pulp. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover bonbons, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Fawn standing there, her hands on her scalp. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Fawn," Mister Frog gasped, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," articulated Mrs. Fawn. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" mused Mister Frog kindly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a martini?"

"I can't stay," imitated Mrs. Fawn. I just want to ask you what you think of the Guinea pig that's come to the lakeside.

"I really don't know," joked Mister Frog. "I didn't know about any Guinea pig. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," simpered Mrs. Fawn vigorously. "I heard that this Guinea pig likes to spin bananas."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Fawn, 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 spinning bananas?"

"I can't imagine," said Mister Frog.

"What are we going to do about it?" appealed Mrs. Fawn.

"Appoint a committee?" hollered Mister Frog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Fawn had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," informed Mister Frog shyly, 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 Mrs. Fawn grandly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," mentioned Mister Frog daintily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the recliner on his front porch, looking out over the lakeside and fretting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Fawn. Do come again."

"Just a minute," realized Mrs. Fawn cunningly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Frog sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied pityingly.