Miss Bull And The New Neighbor

Miss Bull lived in an outback in a quonset hut made of grass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover prime rib, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Rhinoceros standing there, his hands on his belly. "How nice to see you, Mister Rhinoceros," Miss Bull sniffed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," orated Mister Rhinoceros. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" purred Miss Bull humbly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of papaya juice?"

"I can't stay," sniffed Mister Rhinoceros. I just want to ask you what you think of the yeti that's come to the outback.

"I really don't know," rambled Miss Bull. "I didn't know about any yeti. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," orated Mister Rhinoceros warily. "I heard that this yeti likes to gold plate fishing rods."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Rhinoceros, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the outback when we get a lot of yetis gold plating fishing rods?"

"I can't imagine," chattered Miss Bull.

"What are we going to do about it?" nattered Mister Rhinoceros.

"Appoint a committee?" snorted Miss Bull, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Rhinoceros had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," blurted Miss Bull grimly, 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 Rhinoceros perkily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," offered Miss Bull immediately, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the dining table on her front porch, looking out over the outback and chewing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Rhinoceros. Do come again."

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

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

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

Miss Bull sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied woodenly.