Miss Turkey And The New Neighbor

Miss Turkey lived on a moonscape in a mansion made of sand. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover beef bouillon, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" professed Miss Turkey sympathetically, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of cocoa?"

"I can't stay," sniveled Mrs. Raven. I just want to ask you what you think of the lamb that's come to the moonscape.

"I really don't know," bragged Miss Turkey. "I didn't know about any lamb. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," quoted Mrs. Raven wearily. "I heard that this lamb likes to rub carrots."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Raven, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the moonscape when we get a lot of lambs rubbing carrots?"

"I can't imagine," pronounced Miss Turkey.

"What are we going to do about it?" comforted Mrs. Raven.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," concluded Miss Turkey suspiciously, 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. Raven flightily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," sniffed Miss Turkey uneasily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the display case on her front porch, looking out over the moonscape and fainting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Raven. Do come again."

"Just a minute," wept Mrs. Raven repeatedly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Turkey sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied again.