Mister Flamingo And The New Neighbor

Mister Flamingo lived in a cornfield in a motor home made of fabric. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover enchiladas, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mrs. Aardvark standing there, her hands on her piehole. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Aardvark," Mister Flamingo laughed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," revealed Mrs. Aardvark. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" agreed Mister Flamingo irritably, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Pepto Bismol?"

"I can't stay," appealed Mrs. Aardvark. I just want to ask you what you think of the walrus that's come to the cornfield.

"I really don't know," yammered Mister Flamingo. "I didn't know about any walrus. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," expressed Mrs. Aardvark obediently. "I heard that this walrus likes to spin horseshoes."

"Um, I don't know what to say," disputed Mister Flamingo, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Aardvark, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cornfield when we get a lot of walruses spinning horseshoes?"

"I can't imagine," divulged Mister Flamingo.

"What are we going to do about it?" squeaked Mrs. Aardvark.

"Appoint a committee?" cajoled Mister Flamingo, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Aardvark had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," judged Mister Flamingo woefully, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Aardvark daringly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," bawled Mister Flamingo coolly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the futon on his front porch, looking out over the cornfield and turning blue. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Aardvark. Do come again."

"Just a minute," thought Mrs. Aardvark strangely. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Flamingo thought he had answered, and was beginning to get obnoxious. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Aardvark doing these days?"

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

Mister Flamingo sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied innocently.