Miss Pony And The New Neighbor

Miss Pony lived in a lagoon in a wigwam made of rock. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover biscuits and gravy, 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 Mister Fish standing there, his hands on his ego. "How nice to see you, Mister Fish," Miss Pony rambled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," hollered Mister Fish. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" joked Miss Pony uneasily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Bacardi?"

"I can't stay," questioned Mister Fish. I just want to ask you what you think of the porcupine that's come to the lagoon.

"I really don't know," fantasized Miss Pony. "I didn't know about any porcupine. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," affirmed Mister Fish swiftly. "I heard that this porcupine likes to fabricate smart phones."

"Um, I don't know what to say," alleged Miss Pony, 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 lagoon when we get a lot of porcupines fabricating smart phones?"

"I can't imagine," squawked Miss Pony.

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

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

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

"Well that's a fine idea," boomed Miss Pony nervously, 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 noisily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," panted Miss Pony neatly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bed on her front porch, looking out over the lagoon and flinching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Fish. Do come again."

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

Miss Pony thought she had answered, and was beginning to get moody. "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 Pony sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied oddly.