Miss Dromedary And The New Neighbor

Miss Dromedary lived at an oasis in a travel trailer made of copper. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover mushroom quiche, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Iguana standing there, her hands on her vein. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Iguana," Miss Dromedary preached, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," grieved Mrs. Iguana. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" sniped Miss Dromedary brashly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of iced tea?"

"I can't stay," maintained Mrs. Iguana. I just want to ask you what you think of the groundhog that's come to the oasis.

"I really don't know," reminded Miss Dromedary. "I didn't know about any groundhog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," appealed Mrs. Iguana ferociously. "I heard that this groundhog likes to slash magazines."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Iguana, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the oasis when we get a lot of groundhogs slashing magazines?"

"I can't imagine," prattled Miss Dromedary.

"What are we going to do about it?" conversed Mrs. Iguana.

"Appoint a committee?" breathed Miss Dromedary, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Iguana had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," spewed Miss Dromedary briskly, 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. Iguana truculently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," snarled Miss Dromedary viciously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the floor on her front porch, looking out over the oasis and screaming. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Iguana. Do come again."

"Just a minute," fantasized Mrs. Iguana kindly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Dromedary sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied sarcastically.