Miss Goose And The New Neighbor

Miss Goose lived at a dump in a trough made of glass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover egg rolls, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Turkey standing there, her hands on her knuckle. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Turkey," Miss Goose swore, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," admitted Mrs. Turkey. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" answered Miss Goose daintily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a gin sour?"

"I can't stay," sputtered Mrs. Turkey. I just want to ask you what you think of the prairie dog that's come to the dump.

"I really don't know," begged Miss Goose. "I didn't know about any prairie dog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," proposed Mrs. Turkey gingerly. "I heard that this prairie dog likes to boil crystal balls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Turkey, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the dump when we get a lot of prairie dogs boiling crystal balls?"

"I can't imagine," scoffed Miss Goose.

"What are we going to do about it?" begged Mrs. Turkey.

"Appoint a committee?" wondered Miss Goose, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Turkey had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," pleaded Miss Goose sweetly, 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 Mrs. Turkey clumsily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," commented Miss Goose patiently, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the beanbag chair on her front porch, looking out over the dump and swooning. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Turkey. Do come again."

"Just a minute," wondered Mrs. Turkey pityingly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Goose sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied lightly.