Mister Wallaby And The New Neighbor

Mister Wallaby lived in a village in a crypt made of fabric. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover fish and chips, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Dragon standing there, her hands on her piehole. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Dragon," Mister Wallaby stormed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," accused Mrs. Dragon. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" croaked Mister Wallaby gratefully, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a gin sour?"

"I can't stay," squawked Mrs. Dragon. I just want to ask you what you think of the turkey that's come to the village.

"I really don't know," noted Mister Wallaby. "I didn't know about any turkey. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," concluded Mrs. Dragon sleepily. "I heard that this turkey likes to propel bicycles."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Dragon, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the village when we get a lot of turkeys propelling bicycles?"

"I can't imagine," rambled Mister Wallaby.

"What are we going to do about it?" nattered Mrs. Dragon.

"Appoint a committee?" observed Mister Wallaby, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Dragon had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," babbled Mister Wallaby tearfully, 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. Dragon dreamily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," reminded Mister Wallaby merrily, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the bunk bed on his front porch, looking out over the village and swearing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Dragon. Do come again."

"Just a minute," fretted Mrs. Dragon arrogantly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Wallaby sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied perkily.