Miss Reindeer And The New Neighbor

Miss Reindeer lived at a dump in a motor home made of porcelain. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover Cheerios, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Buffalo standing there, her hands on her stomach. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Buffalo," Miss Reindeer began, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," groveled Mrs. Buffalo. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" quavered Miss Reindeer grandly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a hot buttered rum?"

"I can't stay," whined Mrs. Buffalo. I just want to ask you what you think of the warthog that's come to the dump.

"I really don't know," belched Miss Reindeer. "I didn't know about any warthog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," hummed Mrs. Buffalo jokingly. "I heard that this warthog likes to forget soccer balls."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Buffalo, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the dump when we get a lot of warthogs forgetting soccer balls?"

"I can't imagine," queried Miss Reindeer.

"What are we going to do about it?" pleaded Mrs. Buffalo.

"Appoint a committee?" insisted Miss Reindeer, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Buffalo had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," groaned Miss Reindeer intensely, 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. Buffalo nicely. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," screamed Miss Reindeer sagely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the hatstand on her front porch, looking out over the dump and flinching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Buffalo. Do come again."

"Just a minute," phrased Mrs. Buffalo needlessly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Reindeer sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied admiringly.