Miss Robot And The New Neighbor

Miss Robot lived on a prairie in a teepee made of straw bales. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Llama standing there, his hands on his fingernail. "How nice to see you, Mister Llama," Miss Robot exploded, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," complained Mister Llama. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" quoted Miss Robot shakily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an old fashioned?"

"I can't stay," blustered Mister Llama. I just want to ask you what you think of the elk that's come to the prairie.

"I really don't know," articulated Miss Robot. "I didn't know about any elk. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," swore Mister Llama doubtfully. "I heard that this elk likes to jump on spoons."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Llama, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the prairie when we get a lot of elk jumping on spoons?"

"I can't imagine," hissed Miss Robot.

"What are we going to do about it?" groaned Mister Llama.

"Appoint a committee?" asserted Miss Robot, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Llama had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," preached Miss Robot warmly, 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 Llama positively. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," contended Miss Robot primly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the rug on her front porch, looking out over the prairie and vomiting. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Llama. Do come again."

"Just a minute," rambled Mister Llama narrowly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Robot sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied bitterly.