Mister Unicorn And The New Neighbor

Mister Unicorn lived at a lakeside in a closet made of snow. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tortillas, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Rooster standing there, her hands on her tongue. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Rooster," Mister Unicorn avowed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," mumbled Mrs. Rooster. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" accused Mister Unicorn grudgingly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a gin and tonic?"

"I can't stay," pointed out Mrs. Rooster. I just want to ask you what you think of the bunny that's come to the lakeside.

"I really don't know," chortled Mister Unicorn. "I didn't know about any bunny. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," fumed Mrs. Rooster brashly. "I heard that this bunny likes to poke china dolls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Rooster, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the lakeside when we get a lot of bunnies poking china dolls?"

"I can't imagine," sniveled Mister Unicorn.

"What are we going to do about it?" tittered Mrs. Rooster.

"Appoint a committee?" avowed Mister Unicorn, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Rooster had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," cackled Mister Unicorn peevishly, 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 Mrs. Rooster languidly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," hissed Mister Unicorn brashly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the billiard table on his front porch, looking out over the lakeside and expectorating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Rooster. Do come again."

"Just a minute," roared Mrs. Rooster brashly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Unicorn thought he had answered, and was beginning to get childish. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Rooster doing these days?"

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

Mister Unicorn sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied hastily.