Miss Yeti And The New Neighbor

Miss Yeti lived at a seashore in a trough made of Spanish moss. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover cookies, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" prattled Miss Yeti wearily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an Alka-Seltzer?"

"I can't stay," whispered Mister Ant. I just want to ask you what you think of the honeybee that's come to the seashore.

"I really don't know," screeched Miss Yeti. "I didn't know about any honeybee. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," brought up Mister Ant victoriously. "I heard that this honeybee likes to seize forks."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Ant, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the seashore when we get a lot of honeybees seizing forks?"

"I can't imagine," continued Miss Yeti.

"What are we going to do about it?" declaimed Mister Ant.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," reacted Miss Yeti swiftly, 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 Ant smoothly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," answered Miss Yeti madly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the display case on her front porch, looking out over the seashore and chuckling. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Ant. Do come again."

"Just a minute," reasoned Mister Ant vigorously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Yeti sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied blankly.