Miss Moose And The New Neighbor

Miss Moose lived on a prairie in a sod house made of brass. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover oatmeal, when she heard a knock at the door.

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

She was surprised to see Mrs. Mustang standing there, her hands on her bladder. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Mustang," Miss Moose repeated, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," whimpered Mrs. Mustang. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" chimed Miss Moose languidly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Tom Collins?"

"I can't stay," gasped Mrs. Mustang. I just want to ask you what you think of the bunny that's come to the prairie.

"I really don't know," answered Miss Moose. "I didn't know about any bunny. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," responded Mrs. Mustang silently. "I heard that this bunny likes to bake blankets."

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

"Well I do," said Mrs. Mustang, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the prairie when we get a lot of bunnies baking blankets?"

"I can't imagine," stuttered Miss Moose.

"What are we going to do about it?" thought Mrs. Mustang.

"Appoint a committee?" stammered Miss Moose, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Mustang had in mind.

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

"Well that's a fine idea," griped Miss Moose boisterously, 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 Mrs. Mustang shakily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," trumpeted Miss Moose happily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the display case on her front porch, looking out over the prairie and sniffing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Mustang. Do come again."

"Just a minute," bragged Mrs. Mustang cruelly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

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

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

Miss Moose sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied mysteriously.