Mister Computer And The New Neighbor

Mister Computer lived in a meadow in a closet made of silver. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover banana split, when he heard a knock at the door.

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

He was surprised to see Mister Falcon standing there, his hands on his adrenal gland. "How nice to see you, Mister Falcon," Mister Computer hummed, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," belched Mister Falcon. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" revealed Mister Computer steadily, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Brandy Alexander?"

"I can't stay," spoke up Mister Falcon. I just want to ask you what you think of the fawn that's come to the meadow.

"I really don't know," articulated Mister Computer. "I didn't know about any fawn. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," hollered Mister Falcon wryly. "I heard that this fawn likes to replace hubcaps."

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

"Well I do," said Mister Falcon, 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 fawns replacing hubcaps?"

"I can't imagine," reacted Mister Computer.

"What are we going to do about it?" blathered Mister Falcon.

"Appoint a committee?" mouthed Mister Computer, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Falcon had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," rationalized Mister Computer deftly, 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 Mister Falcon happily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," bellowed Mister Computer suavely, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the pool table on his front porch, looking out over the meadow and coming over. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Falcon. Do come again."

"Just a minute," screeched Mister Falcon ignobly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Mister Computer sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied again.