Mister Frog And The New Neighbor

Mister Frog lived in a marsh in a hut made of uranium. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover biscuits and gravy, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Antelope standing there, his hands on his big toe. "How nice to see you, Mister Antelope," Mister Frog uttered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," lectured Mister Antelope. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" accused Mister Frog ferociously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a can of Ensure?"

"I can't stay," rebutted Mister Antelope. I just want to ask you what you think of the jellyfish that's come to the marsh.

"I really don't know," boomed Mister Frog. "I didn't know about any jellyfish. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," alleged Mister Antelope tensely. "I heard that this jellyfish likes to comprehend clipboards."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Antelope, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the marsh when we get a lot of jellyfish comprehending clipboards?"

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

"What are we going to do about it?" whimpered Mister Antelope.

"Appoint a committee?" opined Mister Frog, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Antelope had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," interpreted Mister Frog jokingly, 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 Mister Antelope wearily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," realized Mister Frog wearily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the TV on his front porch, looking out over the marsh and collapsing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Antelope. Do come again."

"Just a minute," vowed Mister Antelope frantically. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Frog thought he 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. Antelope doing these days?"

Mister Antelope 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 crankily.