Having Each Other (Ush-Gush)

Alright... I finally read through this yesterday. I have a few thoughts.

1.) Figgie, you have some great potential, and I am definitely looking forward to reading more from you!

2.) Grammar. Not spell-check, but grammar. I hate to be an annoying stickler about it--I am NOT going to start giving you grief about every comma splice when most people in the world today don't even know what a comma splice is--but you seem to have one particular habit that I find very distracting. The thing is, just because spell-check says that something is a real word, that doesn't mean it's the word you want. The example that sticks out most prominently in my mind is in this last chapter, when Scooter and Lonnie keep talking about when he gets his "brake." A "brake" is something on a car, bike, or other vehicle that you use to stop; i.e. You see a deer jump out in front of you and slam on the brakes. A "break," on the other hand, is that wonderful pause in the work day when you get to eat lunch or grab some coffee. It is also something that tends to happen to bones if you don't drink your milk and/or participate in Gonzo's stunts.

Likewise, Scooter is thinking about "desert," but what he really wants is dessert. Dessert, the tasty treat you get to eat after dinner if you finish your veggies, has two S's because you always want a second helping. A desert, with one S, is a place that doesn't get a lot of rain. I know little things like that are hard to keep track of, but take it from someone who was once docked a full letter grade on a paper for repeatedly writing that a character would "role" his eyes instead of "roll" his eyes... it makes a difference!

3.) NOT to drag out the muffining any longer than necessary... but in one of your posts, you said, "I wanted to go with what the public wanted so no tribulation could start." Am I understanding correctly, then, that you decided Piggy couldn't get hurt because, at the idea of it, your readers started screaming "NOOO!"? Because if that is the case... that's a very good way to end up with a lower quality of writing. Write your story, what you need to write... not what you think your readers want to see. You'll never make everyone happy, but trying to make everyone happy is a great way to make yourself miserable. Also, try not to confuse the anguish of a good conflict with the horrified demands of "You need to change this plot point because this is AWFUL." I realize they may look similar, but there's a HUGE difference. As a general rule of thumb, around here, genuine disagreements with the plot itself tend to be very calmly stated, usually with lots of humility and a certain awkwardness that comes from not wanting to be rude. Good story telling, on the other hand, results in LOTS OF CAPS AND SCREAMS AND PANIC!!!!!!!! But again, that's not a hard-and-fast rule.

4.) You mentioned that you're still figuring out your own style, and that's true, and it's WONDERFUL. A tip regarding that... One of the hard things with Muppets is figuring out just how much physical damage they can take. Part of the problem is that even the Muppets aren't consistent about it: Gonzo drops a piano or a 5,000 pound weight on himself, and he's very flat, but still perfectly fine and able to talk and all that. Beaker and the Newsman sustain all sorts of comedic abuse, but have never needed to go to a hospital. Yet in Muppets Take Manhattan, Kermit gets hit by a cab and faces some very definite consequences that land him in a hospital with complete amnesia, and the fact that Gonzo forgets his skis when attempting his water stunt means that the next time we see him, he's covered in bandages (though he's perfectly fine by the time he gets to New York).

The real trouble with what you have happening to Piggy, then, is not that she ends up in a hospital... or that she was perfectly fine and just karate-chopped the cars. Either one could certainly happen within the Muppet universe... but not both, at the same time, to the same character. Besides which, if she was fine, then why did anyone bother to take her to the hospital? Sure, the paramedics could show up and check her out--erm, in the medical sense, I mean--but if she wasn't hurt, they wouldn't bring her in to the hospital. They might insist that she make an appointment with her doctor for the next day or something... But I'm really just rambling now. My point is, for each potentially-injuring situation, you need to decide to play it one way or the other... but not both. Trying to do both is just confusing for your readers.

And... I THINK that pretty much covers it. Again, I'm really looking forward to more soon!

Aunty Ru, I always appreciate your advice and critique. I understand you don't like doomsday, especially when mixed with the muppets! I wholeheartedly agree! I enjoy Lisa's writing, however heart renching it may be. But it is not my style. Nor is it yours. What you are saying is that it is better to right something that has believable drama in it, rather than stupid drama where it's impossible. I never could understand soap opera's and they always ticked me off. I am deeply moved and grateful when you tell me I have potential! You remind me of my english teacher, who I LOVE a lot! As much as I love you! So when you give me that nudge or point in that right direction, i am most certainly not offended in any way! Always happy to here from you,
~Figgie

Go ahead and have as much muffins as you want. *Nibbles on rasberry muffin* Yes my work is not perfect, heaven knows it needs help! Which is why we all have each other to help the other out! I always appreciate hearing from you and I feel proud of you for sticking up for me, even though it wasn't really needed at this point. But I like having you as my big sister, it makes me squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
*Waps Uncle D.* Stay away you! I would appreciate it if you didn't get hit by a train, my life would get boring. Don't worry, be happy!

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Lisa is reading my story!! As for the dessert and desert, I forgot how to the difference, and then you said it and I was like 'oh, yeah!' And then the brake thing, boy do I feel like a pickle! Anyhoo, to hear you and all the other superior writers say I have potentioal, really made me happy!! And as for Piggy, good point. I shall have to correct meself!! Thanks again!!

Chapter 8: Singing in the Rain
Heads up Newsie!!

"This is a Muppet News Flash!" The yellow muppet what not reporter exclaimed through the t.v.
"The current rain has flooded the streets of America, causing homes to go under water and for inhabitants to swim to a higher area!" Even as he spoke, water began to fill his newsroom, frantically trying to keep his report and himself above water, the newsman continued.
"All people are ordered to find the highest place possible before it's too late! This is Newsie signing o-?!" Before he could finish, water filled Newsie's mouth, cutting him off. Swimming towards the door, he mildly thought to himself, "The things I do for a paycheck."
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Back at the muppet boarding house, many of the residing muppets were already packing.
"So are you going back to the sewers with your family?" Gonzo asked his rat friend who was packing with him.
"Nah, are you kiddin'? The sewers are the worst place right now! I for one am not a good swimmer, 'specially when your house is under water and you can't breath!" Rizzo shuttered. "How do fish stand it?" He continued packing his small belongings. Gonzo was quiet for a moment.
"Hey! Great idea Rizzo! That can be my act for the spring show!" Gonzo said, his eyes widening with glee. Rizzo shook his head and patted his friend's shoulder.
"With this weather, I don't think dere's gonna be a spring show, man." Gonzo slumped guess you're right." Sighing, Gonzo continued to pack while Rizzo pulled his stuff downstairs.
"Besides, the last thing we need is to pay for your medical and sanity bills. Sheesh!" Rizzo muttered out of ear shot. Fozzie sat packing in his own room with Rowlf beside him.
"So are you going back to your mom's old house?" Rowlf rumbled, packing his favorite chew toy in his suitcase.
"I guess so, I don't really have anywhere else to go." Fozzie sighed, heaving the last of his treasurable jokes in his bag. "What about you, where will go?" The shaggy dog thought for a moment then shrugged.
"I don't really know. I'd like to travel the road again, smell the places I've sniffed, meet some of the old dogs again. Who knows, I hear Hawaii's pretty nice this time of year." Rowlf grinned warmly, resting his head on the bed. "But before I go, I'm going to say goodbye to a well worn friend." The two muppets headed down the stairs, followed by their other furry and smooth skinned friends. They were all packed it looked like, and Scooter was going around getting numbers to keep in contact with in case of emergencies. As he proceded, Rowlf sat on the old paino bench, brushing his paws across the keys for effect and farewell. he started to play an old familiar tune they all new too well. Fozzie smiled softly and started the song, while the electric mayhem picked up the notes and started to play softly along with the piano.
Saying goodbye, going away
Seems like goodbye's such a hard thing to say
Scooter sang next, his voice catching, but he his face set with determination. He held hands with the muppets next to him, not caring who it was.
Touching a hand, wondering why
It's time for saying goodbye
All the muppets grabbed hands, singing together and hugging each other.
Saying goodbye, why is it sad?
Makes us remember the good times we've had
Much more to say, foolish to try
It's time for saying goodbye
Robin sang with Sweetums, his voice slightly muffled by the monster's hair.
Dont want to leave, but we both know
Sometimes it's better to go
Clifford sang with the Electric Mayhem, sadly playing his guitar next to Floyd.
Somehow I know we'll meet again
Not sure quite where, and I dont know just when
You're in my heart, so until then
Fozzie sang softly, not really listening to anything but the melody.
Wanna smile, wanna cry
Saying goodbye
La la la la la la la la
It's time for saying goodbye
All the muppets sang along with him until the notes slowly floated away from their house. Likewise did the muppets as they all hugged one last time before flowing out the door. Soon only Rowlf was left in the house. Running his hands over the polished wood, he bent down and kissed the well worn keys.
"Goodbye old friend."
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Kermit frowned out the airplane window as sheets of rain pounded against the glass.
"Er, Piggy i really don't think today was the best day to fly." He grimmaced, clenching his palate. Piggy merely applied poder to her cheeks calmly, barely acknowledging her husband's discomfort.
"We'll be fine. Flying has to be the safest way to fly." She sniffed daintily. "Vous yourself said that times fun when you're having fun. Why not order some flies. This is first class after all Kermie." If possible, Kermit would have turned even more green.
"Um, never mind." Kermit looked out the window once again to see nothing but clouds and lightning. Sighing, he pulled the shade down and closed his eyes, this was going to be a long flight. Even though it must have been longer, it only felt like minutes when Kermit felt mild shaking his on his arm.
"Wha-? Did we land?" he asked groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"No dear, but would vous mind putting your hand on moi's stomache?" Kermit felt his face flush red.
"Piggy! We're on a plane!" Piggy watched his discomfort with amusement.
"I didn't mean in that way, Kermie. Just place your hand right here." She said demurely, fluttering her eyelashes. Making sure no one was watching, Kermit did just that only to snatch his hand away moments later.
"Is that- was it... Oh geez!" Kermit said, brushing his hand over Piggy's bulging belly. Again and again he continued to feel kicking and movement in his beautiful wife's middle. He smiled with excitement and found his own wonder mirrored in Miss Piggy's own eyes. The moment was suddenly cut short by the captain's voice on the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen we will by landing shortly, please fasten your seatbelts and follow the safety precautions. Thank you for using Delta airlines for your flight." Kermit and piggy followed suit, their moment had passed but their excitement had not. What a wonderful gift life was indeed. He smiled, remembering his talk with Robin about becoming a cousin.
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"Uncle Kermit, so Aunt Piggy's pregnant and that makes me a cus-cus..?" he looked at his uncle for help.
"Cousin." Kermit confirmed, nodding.
"Right, that. So does that mean you'll love your kids more than me?" He asked, his bottom lip quivering. Kermit scooped up the small frog into his lap/
"I could never love someone over you, Robin. 'Cept Piggy because she won't have anyone be loved more than her." Kermit said, hugging his nephew tightly. "But's why I'm depending on you to be a big boy and help your aunt and I when the babies come. Can I count on you?" Robin grinned widely at his uncle.
"You can count on me uncle Kermit! I'll be the best frog-gone cousin ever!"

This is all I have for now! Enjoy!

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So...flooding aplenty...does this mean another rainbow?

Very nice that Kermit assured Robin he won't be left out; family, and especially the extended Muppet family, has always been a major focus of the frog's life. And I'm glad the frognpig (yeah, I said it, it's like Brangelina) are getting used to, and even genuinely excited about, the prospect of parenthood! Good for them.

Newsie's bulletin is, of course, perfectly in line with his usual mishaps...

Curious what the rain will mean for an upcoming birth. Er...how far along is she now? I'm a little lost, timewise...

(staunchly refusing all muffins. Though I read every danged one.)
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Figgie you've scared me in this story so much. But I'm still very happy! You almost killed them! *cry* ok I'm over it.

Yes, a rainbow but not till the end. I am glad you enjoyed your star appearence! *Hands towel* The babies are due in early October or late September, it's late spring right now so, probably April. Go on, have a muffin, but I do have to say, I really felt like posting a few lines of Why can't we be Friends in reply to Ru and Wiggie, only to be funny. But that's just me.

*hands tissues* Don't cry! But mesa es much feliz that you are enjoying! As mum would say: It's always darkest before the dawn!

Chapter 9: Getting to Sesame Street

The rain seemed to create rivers streaming through the roads and streets of New York as Piggy and Kermit slowly made their way through the Big Apple. Seeing the street sign finally, Kermit let out a low breath. 123 Sesame Street offered at least some bright sunshine to the couple's last few dreary weeks. Thanking the taxi driver with cash, the Frogs' walked down the familiar paths Oscar peeked out from his garbage can at the new visitors.
"Hi ho, Oscar!" Kermit waved at the green monster.
"Nice to see you Kermit! Now scram!" The monster slammed the lid, muttering about leaks.
"Nice to see he hasn't changed." Kermit smiled meekly as Piggy grasped his arm more firmly. Walking to Mr. Hooper's Store, Kermit lead himself and Miss Piggy into the seemingly empty store.
"Alan? Luiz? Maria? Anyone home?" Kermit called out, hoping someone would answer.
"Kermit? Is that you?" Alan poked his head up from behind the counter, smiling at his small green friend. "I didn't think you were coming today! How have you been?" Alan hugged slash slapped Kermit on the back. Turning, he smiled widely at Miss Piggy, pressing a soft kiss to her gloved hand.
Nice to see you again, Missy." He said warmly.
"Miss Piggy and I have been just swell, what about you and everybody else? Where are they?" Kermit wondered allowed, frowning slightly.
"Basically, everyone went to bed. Luiz and Maria will be coming back soon, they just went to tuck Gabi in." Alan said. "With all this rain, everyone gets tired easily." Alan said jokingly. Kermit scrunched his face.
"I believe you. Mind if we sit down?" Kermit asked, motioning towards the table.
"Of course! Would you like some coffee as well?" Alan started to move towards the kitchen.
"Hmm, I think I'm okay for right now, what about you Piggy?" Kermit said, turning to his wife. Piggy nodded absently, rubbing her stomach thoughtfully. Smiling with understanding, Alan walked to the kitchen to brew some much needed coffee. Hearing the chimes of bells, Kermit looked at the door to find the soaked forms of Luiz and Maria.
"Hey Alan! We're back!" Maria called loudly into the store's entry.
"Hi ho!" Kermit called, waving to his old friends.
"Kermit!" Maria called joyfully, skipping over to the table. Once she had thoroughly hugged Kermit and Piggy, Luiz sat down with maria on his lap. Maria eyed Piggy's stomach with what could only be described as glee. She and Piggy talked softly and giggled from time to time, leaving the men to wonder what they could possibly be discussing.
"You know somethin'?" Luiz said thoughtfully to no one in particular.
"What?" Kermit and Alan said simultaneously.
"It doesn't matter how long you are married to them, you never are able to speak their language." The both men and frog shook their heads in agreement."No, but we still grin and bear it, 'cause the nights are long..."
"I hope something better comes along." The men chuckled, sipping their coffee in contentment.
Luiz looked out the window at the continuing rain.
"Do you think it will ever stop?" Kermit followed his wistful gaze and shrugged.
"Everything comes to an end, even the rain."
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Ruahnna looked out into the dark and empty street of Sesame Street. It was getting late, yet there appeared to be a commotion coming from the general store. Groggily grabbing her rain coat, she stepped out into the rain. Squeezing through the packed doors, Ruahnna found herself in the middle of the large crowd filled with monsters, muppets, and humans. Sitting in the middle was Kermit and Miss Piggy. Seeing her there, Alan motioned her forward with a smile.
"That reminds me, Kermit, this is our new first grade English teacher. Meet Ru." Kermit smiled at the middle aged woman with absolute delight.
"It's a pleasure to meet you and have you on the show with us!" he gushed conversationally. Ru smiled shyly at the amphibian and his wife.
"Please, call me aunty Ru. Everyone does any way." She said pleasantly, flashing a bright smile. Kermit, in turn, smiled as well. Ruuhnna was soon sitting next to Miss Piggy and Kermit, laughing and joking with everyone else. Their disharmonious party continuing late into the night.
As everyone started to head back into the cold wet main street, Alan lead an exhausted but happy frog and pig up to his guest room.
"The bathroom is on the right and my room is just further down the hall to your left. I'm usually up at six, but you can sleep in as long as you want." Alan explained. Reaching their room, Kermit pushed the solid wooden door open to reveal a nice little room. The walls were a deep royal blue with white trimmings and two dressers sat on either side of the room. A large wardrobe rested near the window overlooking the street. Everything looked neat and orderly, but what caught Kermit's eye the most, was the fact that their were two separate beds.
"Er, It looks wonderful Alan. It truly does, but a why is there and extra bed? Are sharing with someone?" Kermit asked, slightly baffled. Alan looked a little uncomfortable for a moment.
"I wasn't sure if you would need, uh, one bed or two." He admitted shyly. His reply was met with a short pause of awkward silence.
"Alan, I can assure you Piggy and I sleep in the sa-"
"Kermit, I don't think I need nor want to know the personal details of your marriage." Alan cut in, his face blushing furiously. "I'll just leave you two to yourselves unless you need anything." He mumbled, backing out the door and shutting it softly behind himself. Kermit looked at Piggy and shrugged.
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Hope you guys like this chapter, especially you, Aunty Ru! I felt like you would fit as a English teacher, if you disliked it, then please inform me and I will change it. Please review!

I'm loving this Figgie! I love the awkwardness when Kermit was saying he might need two beds, and Ru was in it! Yay! She writes awesome fics! More please! *leaves banana muffin*

Yay Sesame Street!! >feels warm and cuddly all of a sudden< Very, very cute stuff Fig!
The second bit is adorable too...but maybe Kermit needs to rethink two beds...after all, his darling pregnant, mood-swing prone bride might just kick him out into the couch some nights. The line about not wanting to know the personal details of their marriage was hilarious.
I wish I could get to more of a review than that but I've had one heck of a night...which I'll tell you about when I'm not still dozing off...catch you later...
-Wiggie

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I liked it -- but kept wondering when everyone was going to break into a song about rain!

Ru as the new teach on SS? Love it. I just hope Grover's not in her class, he'd get all encrushed and try to clean the (cough) erasers (cough cough cough) right in the middle of class (hack, ugh) to be oh so very cute and helpful...

I'm glad that Kermit and Piggy seem to be making the rounds of their extended family; it definitely should emphasize to Piggy that literally hundreds of wonderful people will joyfully welcome the new addition, whatever it or they turn out to be! You can't ask for better family than that. (Has sudden impression of Kermit asking Unca Newsie to babysit...yeeek!) I don't think Piggy would ALLOW Unca Gonzo to watch the little tyke, though...not until he or she is old enough to buy their own health insurance!

I'd love it if you'd go a little more in depth with these reunions. Showing more than hellos would be fun, and give you more opportunity to play with the characters. What say we get some playtime next chapter, Figgie please?

My only gripe: absolutely no one spells out things like "hugged slash backslapped". You might consider, instead, something like "gave him a strong hug with a slap on his froggy back" or the like. It just looks strange and detracts from the otherwise good flow of this installment.

Keep going!
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<- That right there, that is a great idea.

....in fact, that should be a story.

....scratch it, that WILL be a story someday. I'm adding it to my one-shots gallery right now. You've doomed you namesake, Newsie dear, and I'm giving you ALL the blame.

Just as a heads up, I am working on my research paper so I will only be on here for a few minutes at most, but I should have more up by either Friday or Thursday. After that, it's all smooth sailing. I'm really sorry for the inconvnience!

I would love to teach English on Sesame Street! How fun that was!

Two comments, and then I, too, will be ensnared in my classwork:

1. I am glad to see Kermit back on The Street. One of the saddest things for me about breaking up the Henson companies was that Kermit basically got "fired" from Sesame Street. (Wrote a little story about that once, but did not post.) I imagine he stood up for the rights of everybody else to own their own properties, even if it cost him the most.

2. Two of my favorite "separate beds" stories:
A man and his wife had very different sleep patterns and solved their sleep problem by having separate beds. They solved their other problem this way: "Each night," the man explained to his friend who was teasing him, "I wear my hat to bed. If I'm interested in company, I toss her my hat."
"How does that help?" his friend asked.
"Well, some nights she throws it back. Some nights she brings it back!"

A favorite wedding gift I like to give: two small matching votive candles, once for each nightstand. Anyone who's interested in company just lights their own candle. If you walk back into the bedroom from brushing your teeth and see two burning candles....

Thanks Ru! You just sounded like the kind of person to do that sorta thing! Besides, I can tell you love to teach! As for the seperate beds thing, I may have to read it a couple of times, but it will click for me at some point....Ooooooh! I get it!! Ah, I may have to use that when and if my siblings over twenty ever get married! That's too funny Ru! I too am sad that Kermit got cancelled from The Street. I was hoping he would make a few appearences, but no bologna. Anyhoo. *Runs off to finish rough draft fo paper* Only 1 1/2 pages to go!!

Chapter 10: A Friend in need, is a Friend Indeed

Fozzie tucked his legs closer, trying to maintain some needed warmth as the speeding cargo train sped through the damp fields. Occasionally, water droplets would free themselves from the side door and spray Fozzie with water.
"And I thought fur was supposed to keep you warm." Fozzie sighed to himself. He was tired, cold, and hungry. But most of all, he really missed his friends. Wringing out his neck tie, Fozzie leaned against the wall of the train.
"I wonder how everyone's doing." He yawned, eyes already half closed.
"Why not just call 'em?" A voice said suddenly. Bewildered and fully awake, Fozzie sat up.
"Wh-who's there?" He whimpered. His eyes wandered around the dimly lit cargo hold, not seeing any hide or hair belonging to the voice.
"Oi! I'm over here!" The voice said, close to Fozzie's left ear. Looking down he found a simple brown house spider.
"Eaaaaaaah! Kermiiiiit!" Fozzie wailed, snatching his hand away. The house spider merely shook its head.
"No, I'm not Kermit. My names Ms. Widow." She held out a slim leg to shake. Hesitating for a moment, Fozzie offered his finger.
"Fozzie Bear. How do you do, ma'am." He said shakily.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm fine but by the looks of it you're quite the opposite." Ms. Widow smiled, revealing pearly white fangs. Resisting the urge to faint, Fozzie nodded.
"Well, why don't you come over to my web and have a spot of tea. It always helps me when I feel blue." She led Fozzie towards the back of the train where boxes and crates shielded both from the wind and rain. Nestled between two crates and the wall was the most beautifully intricate wed Fozzie had ever seen.
"Wow! Did you make that?" He breathed, transfixed by its design.
"Well of course I did, dear! You don't see any other spiders around here do you." She quipped teasingly. Fozzie blushed, stuttering slightly.
"Well, what I mean is, uh, I-I mean. I didn't mean to be disrespectful." He said, staring at his paws. Ms. Spider drew a small kettle and tea set from one of the small crates.
"I know what you mean dear." She said softly. "Most people think all spiders are blood sucking pests that like to kill for sport. They only see the survival part of our world, not the beauty." She said saddly, continuing to make tea.
"Wha-? N-no! I think all spiders are great! I mean, we can't leave all the fly catching to frogs!" Fozzie put his head in his furry paws. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good with words... Or jokes." He whispered. He was so caught up in his misery that it took him a moment to figure out who was laughing. Rolling on the floor with her feet clutching her abdomen, was Ms. Widow. The sight was shocking and unbelievable that Fozzie actually started to laugh with her. Wiping her six eyes, Ms. Widow giggled again.
"Oh thank you, Fozzie! You are sweet and funny! Oh, I haven't laughed like this in a long time!" She gasped. Fozzie smiled so big, he felt his face might tear.
"Y-you really think so?" He said hopefully, unsure of whether to believe her words. Ms. Widow smiled genuinely and nodded. "You must make a lot of people happy!" She gushed, sitting cross legged, which is very hard for a spider to do, and stirred the tea some more.
"When I was a little spidling, I wanted to sing and dance and to make the world happy. Possibly a bit brighter." She smiled softly, not realizing there were tears in her eyes. "The only thing about dreaming, is that you always have to wake up." She poured the tea into two separate teacups that were no larger that a thumb nail.
"Er, you don't put flies or beetles in this, right?" Fozzie asked wearily.
"Why? Do you know a good recipe?" Widow replied straight faced. Soon both were giggling again, feeling much warmer than before.
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