Miss Fish And The New Neighbor

Miss Fish lived on a tundra in a mobile home made of dreams and visions. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover macaroni, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Chihuahua standing there, his hands on his tail. "How nice to see you, Mister Chihuahua," Miss Fish persisted, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," grunted Mister Chihuahua. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" stated Miss Fish innocently, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of champagne?"

"I can't stay," groveled Mister Chihuahua. I just want to ask you what you think of the pigeon that's come to the tundra.

"I really don't know," added Miss Fish. "I didn't know about any pigeon. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," snarled Mister Chihuahua repeatedly. "I heard that this pigeon likes to decorate feather dusters."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Chihuahua, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the tundra when we get a lot of pigeons decorating feather dusters?"

"I can't imagine," fretted Miss Fish.

"What are we going to do about it?" pronounced Mister Chihuahua.

"Appoint a committee?" warbled Miss Fish, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Chihuahua had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," stuttered Miss Fish sadly, 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 Chihuahua immediately. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," laughed Miss Fish rapidly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the mattress on her front porch, looking out over the tundra and rejoicing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Chihuahua. Do come again."

"Just a minute," wailed Mister Chihuahua bravely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Fish sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied curiously.