Miss Baboon And The New Neighbor

Miss Baboon lived on a range in an igloo made of chocolate. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover chicken soup, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Iguana standing there, his hands on his wrist. "How nice to see you, Mister Iguana," Miss Baboon uttered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," orated Mister Iguana. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" analyzed Miss Baboon brashly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Pepto Bismol?"

"I can't stay," sputtered Mister Iguana. I just want to ask you what you think of the mole that's come to the range.

"I really don't know," bragged Miss Baboon. "I didn't know about any mole. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," moaned Mister Iguana sorrowfully. "I heard that this mole likes to shellac hair dryers."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Iguana, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the range when we get a lot of moles shellacking hair dryers?"

"I can't imagine," reacted Miss Baboon.

"What are we going to do about it?" lamented Mister Iguana.

"Appoint a committee?" hummed Miss Baboon, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Iguana had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," protested Miss Baboon vigorously, 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 Mister Iguana oddly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," guessed Miss Baboon sadly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the catbird seat on her front porch, looking out over the range and adjusting the clock. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Iguana. Do come again."

"Just a minute," invited Mister Iguana grandly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Baboon sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied trustingly.