Miss Deer And The New Neighbor

Miss Deer lived in a badlands area in a studio made of flour paste. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover waffles, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Crow standing there, his hands on his appendix. "How nice to see you, Mister Crow," Miss Deer voiced, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," smiled Mister Crow. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" queried Miss Deer dreamily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

"I can't stay," snarled Mister Crow. I just want to ask you what you think of the colt that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," spouted Miss Deer. "I didn't know about any colt. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," croaked Mister Crow uselessly. "I heard that this colt likes to bury rocks."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Crow, 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 colts burying rocks?"

"I can't imagine," fumed Miss Deer.

"What are we going to do about it?" interpreted Mister Crow.

"Appoint a committee?" purred Miss Deer, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Crow had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," boomed Miss Deer hysterically, 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 Crow blindly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," agreed Miss Deer strictly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bunk bed on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and hiccuping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Crow. Do come again."

"Just a minute," giggled Mister Crow shakily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Deer sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied suavely.