Miss Bunny And The New Neighbor

Miss Bunny lived in a housing development in a sod house made of nylon. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tofu, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mister Yak standing there, his hands on his tummy. "How nice to see you, Mister Yak," Miss Bunny thought, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," snarled Mister Yak. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" grunted Miss Bunny slowly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a gin fizz?"

"I can't stay," stammered Mister Yak. I just want to ask you what you think of the bullfrog that's come to the housing development.

"I really don't know," disputed Miss Bunny. "I didn't know about any bullfrog. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," railed Mister Yak joyously. "I heard that this bullfrog likes to blame cupcakes."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Yak, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the housing development when we get a lot of bullfrogs blaming cupcakes?"

"I can't imagine," protested Miss Bunny.

"What are we going to do about it?" hummed Mister Yak.

"Appoint a committee?" burbled Miss Bunny, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Yak had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," wept Miss Bunny sadly, 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 Yak boisterously. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," quavered Miss Bunny mysteriously, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the workbench on her front porch, looking out over the housing development and dying. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Yak. Do come again."

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

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

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

Miss Bunny sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied solemnly.