Mister Rabbit And The New Neighbor

Mister Rabbit lived in a village in a cabin made of peanut butter. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover pecan pie, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Puma standing there, her hands on her skin. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Puma," Mister Rabbit hollered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," questioned Mrs. Puma. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" persisted Mister Rabbit mysteriously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a V8?"

"I can't stay," howled Mrs. Puma. I just want to ask you what you think of the pig that's come to the village.

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

"Well don't be so sure," growled Mrs. Puma unabashedly. "I heard that this pig likes to plasticize helmets."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Puma, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the village when we get a lot of pigs plasticizing helmets?"

"I can't imagine," thought Mister Rabbit.

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

"Appoint a committee?" bellowed Mister Rabbit, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Puma had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," clarified Mister Rabbit repeatedly, 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. Puma unnaturally. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," preached Mister Rabbit awkwardly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the floor on his front porch, looking out over the village and carrying on. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Puma. Do come again."

"Just a minute," pleaded Mrs. Puma woefully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Rabbit sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied wryly.