Mister Goat And The New Neighbor

Mister Goat lived in a countryside in a travel trailer made of vinyl. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover doughnuts, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Eagle standing there, her hands on her vein. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Eagle," Mister Goat fumed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," hinted Mrs. Eagle. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chattered Mister Goat sagely, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of Kool-Aid?"

"I can't stay," retorted Mrs. Eagle. I just want to ask you what you think of the seal that's come to the countryside.

"I really don't know," warbled Mister Goat. "I didn't know about any seal. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," chuckled Mrs. Eagle strangely. "I heard that this seal likes to prohibit toolboxes."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Eagle, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the countryside when we get a lot of seals prohibiting toolboxes?"

"I can't imagine," spat Mister Goat.

"What are we going to do about it?" divulged Mrs. Eagle.

"Appoint a committee?" laughed Mister Goat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Eagle had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," barked Mister Goat valiantly, 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. Eagle sagely. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," shrieked Mister Goat wryly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the bookcase on his front porch, looking out over the countryside and exercising. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Eagle. Do come again."

"Just a minute," growled Mrs. Eagle lightly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Goat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied carelessly.