Miss Grizzly Bear And The New Neighbor

Miss Grizzly bear lived in a meadow in a geodesic dome made of thatch. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tacos, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Flamingo standing there, his hands on his front tooth. "How nice to see you, Mister Flamingo," Miss Grizzly bear worried, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," divulged Mister Flamingo. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" repeated Miss Grizzly bear perkily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Seven and Seven?"

"I can't stay," sniffed Mister Flamingo. I just want to ask you what you think of the partridge that's come to the meadow.

"I really don't know," thought Miss Grizzly bear. "I didn't know about any partridge. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," peeped Mister Flamingo quickly. "I heard that this partridge likes to rub fishing rods."

"Um, I don't know what to say," observed Miss Grizzly bear, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Flamingo, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the meadow when we get a lot of partridges rubbing fishing rods?"

"I can't imagine," snarled Miss Grizzly bear.

"What are we going to do about it?" mentioned Mister Flamingo.

"Appoint a committee?" interrupted Miss Grizzly bear, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Flamingo had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," implored Miss Grizzly bear joyously, 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 Flamingo noisily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," yelped Miss Grizzly bear wildly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the toilet on her front porch, looking out over the meadow and gesticulating. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Flamingo. Do come again."

"Just a minute," swore Mister Flamingo crazily. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Grizzly bear sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied obediently.