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"Timmy’s neighbor nibbles parts off.
But it’s okay!
Timmy seems to regrow them in time for the next episode!
Either that, or they have an unlimited supply of “Timmys”.

"Wade, I'm worried."

"What about, Angie?" Wade put his beer down on the table beside his recliner.

Angie looked at it in annoyance. It was probably too late now to worry about stains. The table already looked like a doily convention from its circular watermarks. "Our new neighbor. All I know is that the "For Sale" sign is gone, and I'm hearing movement next door."

"Well? They've got furniture to rearrange. What would you expect?"

"I'd expect to see a moving van! I'd expect to see a truck parked out there and people carrying stuff in! As far as I know, the only thing they may have carried in is the sign from the front yard!"

Wade chuckled softly, but he could see that Angie was not going to be mollified. It occurred to him that he should have married someone named Molly.

"Well?"

"Oh, sorry," Wade picked up his beer and finished it quickly. "I'll go see our new neighbor and uh ... welcome him to the neighborhood."

Angie rolled her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Wade lumbered his way out of his favorite seat, and headed for the porch.

Their house was a duplex, with a common porch covering both doorways and a little sitting area on both sides. It was a great situation for having good neighbors, but after six tries, Wade was still waiting for the good neighbors to show up.

He knocked on the other door. Actually, it was a screen door, as the front door was standing wide open. The only light came from the window.

"Hey, buddy! You need a hand with anything?"

Wade heard some grunting and shuffling near the back. He couldn't make out whatever was being said.

"Well, anyway, I'm your neighbor, next door. Name's Wade. If you need something, just give a shout, okay?"

More indistinguishable noises. It sounded like the guy was having a wrestling match with a refrigerator, and losing.

"Okay, then. I'll see you later!" Wade beat a retreat. It was time for another beer.

"Well, did you talk to the neighbor?" Angie asked.

"Sure!", Wade said, "I couldn't help him with anything, though. I think he was having trouble with the fuse-box, or something."

"The fuse-box! I hope he doesn't burn us down!"

"Or something, I said. He wasn't in a good mood, so I didn't stick around."

Angie rolled her eyes again.

Wade got himself a beer.