Miss Jellyfish And The New Neighbor

Miss Jellyfish lived in a backyard in a log cabin made of antimatter. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fried eggs, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Cow standing there, his hands on his nose. "How nice to see you, Mister Cow," Miss Jellyfish squeaked, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," contended Mister Cow. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chuckled Miss Jellyfish happily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of champagne?"

"I can't stay," uttered Mister Cow. I just want to ask you what you think of the bison that's come to the backyard.

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

"Well don't be so sure," burbled Mister Cow stupidly. "I heard that this bison likes to bend stopwatches."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Cow, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the backyard when we get a lot of bison bending stopwatches?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" conversed Mister Cow.

"Appoint a committee?" whispered Miss Jellyfish, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Cow had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," whined Miss Jellyfish suavely, 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 Cow admiringly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," pointed out Miss Jellyfish brightly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the windowsill on her front porch, looking out over the backyard and snarling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Cow. Do come again."

"Just a minute," swore Mister Cow boisterously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

Mister Cow 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 sarcastically.