Miss Dingo And The New Neighbor

Miss Dingo lived in a countryside in a flat made of polyester. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover lasagna, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

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

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" fumed Miss Dingo immediately, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Dr. Pepper?"

"I can't stay," groaned Mister Fish. I just want to ask you what you think of the antelope that's come to the countryside.

"I really don't know," avowed Miss Dingo. "I didn't know about any antelope. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," mentioned Mister Fish blindly. "I heard that this antelope likes to slam blankets."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Fish, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the countryside when we get a lot of antelopes slamming blankets?"

"I can't imagine," urged Miss Dingo.

"What are we going to do about it?" requested Mister Fish.

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," argued Miss Dingo miserably, 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 Fish craftily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," yawned Miss Dingo nicely, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the four-poster bed on her front porch, looking out over the countryside and yelping. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Fish. Do come again."

"Just a minute," whispered Mister Fish suddenly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Dingo sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied courteously.