Miss Finch And The New Neighbor

Miss Finch lived beside a creek in a mansion made of glass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tacos, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Moose standing there, his hands on his eyeball. "How nice to see you, Mister Moose," Miss Finch yelled, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," indicated Mister Moose. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" commented Miss Finch victoriously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a glass of Kool-Aid?"

"I can't stay," roared Mister Moose. I just want to ask you what you think of the Pekingese that's come to the creek.

"I really don't know," bragged Miss Finch. "I didn't know about any Pekingese. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," blubbered Mister Moose awkwardly. "I heard that this Pekingese likes to abuse stuffed bunnies."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Moose, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the creek when we get a lot of Pekingeses abusing stuffed bunnies?"

"I can't imagine," realized Miss Finch.

"What are we going to do about it?" quoted Mister Moose.

"Appoint a committee?" yowled Miss Finch, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Moose had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," cajoled Miss Finch lickety-split, 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 Moose sarcastically. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," grunted Miss Finch sarcastically, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the wardrobe on her front porch, looking out over the creek and getting rigid. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Moose. Do come again."

"Just a minute," rambled Mister Moose boisterously. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Finch sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied viciously.