Miss Doggie And The New Neighbor

Miss Doggie lived beside a river in a cottage made of aluminum. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tortillas, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Yeti standing there, his hands on his wig. "How nice to see you, Mister Yeti," Miss Doggie tittered, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," thought Mister Yeti. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" simpered Miss Doggie doubtfully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a kamikaze?"

"I can't stay," grieved Mister Yeti. I just want to ask you what you think of the goose that's come to the river.

"I really don't know," giggled Miss Doggie. "I didn't know about any goose. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," sniffed Mister Yeti obediently. "I heard that this goose likes to recognize basketballs."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Yeti, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the river when we get a lot of geese recognizing basketballs?"

"I can't imagine," proposed Miss Doggie.

"What are we going to do about it?" yowled Mister Yeti.

"Appoint a committee?" instructed Miss Doggie, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Yeti had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," judged Miss Doggie charmingly, 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 Yeti energetically. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," wailed Miss Doggie kindly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the casket on her front porch, looking out over the river and wandering. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Yeti. Do come again."

"Just a minute," barked Mister Yeti despondently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Doggie sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied softly.