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Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Oct 23, 2006.

  1. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Four

    The Entertainer played in electronic notes through the darkened theater. The sound could be traced to a dressing room. From there, it could be followed to the vanity, where a cell phone sat, charging and ringing.

    The Entertainer came to a close. No one was there to answer the phone.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    Kermit frowned as he hung up the pay phone after leaving a message. “She didn’t answer,” he said.

    Fozzie squeezed his hat in his hands. “Maybe she’s back at the house all ready,” he suggested.

    “I hope so,” Kermit said. “But she always answers her phone…” He tried to push it to the back of his mind as he went to the front of the waiting room. “Everybody ready to go?” he said. A boomerang fish slapped him across his face, which he promptly scrunched. “I guess that’s a yes,” he said. “Come on, guys. Let’s go home.”

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    Miss Piggy stopped walking and smiled. Finally, she knew where she was! Now she had to get to the hospital. As much as she hated to sweat, she ran. She had to get to the hospital now.

    She reached the hospital door just in time to see the Studebaker and the Electric Mayhem bus pull away.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    Rowlf settled in on the couch and examined his casts. “Eating will be interesting,” he said. “We got straws?”

    “Of course,” Kermit said.

    “What can you eat with a straw?” Fozzie asked, confused.

    “Milkshakes!” Robin proclaimed as he hopped onto the couch. “Three milkshakes a day! Right, Rowlf?”

    “Hey, sounds good to me,” Rowlf said.

    The door creaked open, and everyone looked up as an exhausted Miss Piggy slid herself in. Her eyes went straight to the piano and, seeing it vacant, she stiffened.

    Kermit’s face leaked a little relief before growing firm. “Where have you been?” he asked, standing up and approaching to face her. “Are you okay?”

    Her eyes scanned the room. “Fine,” she said vaguely. She saw Rowlf and her shoulders relaxed. “Are you all right, Rowfie?”

    All eyes shifted from the pig to the dog.

    Rowlf lifted his casts. “I’ve got stubs for paws and all I smell is Swiss cheese. How d’you think I am?” He grinned. “Besides those things I’m fine.”

    She nodded.

    “Where were you?” Kermit asked her.

    She turned and looked at him levelly. “I was chasing a purse thief,” she said quietly. “And after that I was lost.”

    “Did you try Harry Krishna?” Gonzo asked.

    There were a few chuckles, but Kermit kept a steady gaze on Miss Piggy as she visibly tensed and then took a deep breath.

    “I’m going to bed,” she said quietly. She moved around Kermit and began to climb the stairs.

    “Why didn’t you call someone?” Kermit asked, turning to face her retreating back. “Why didn’t you answer when we called you?”

    Miss Piggy slowly turned and looked at him. “My phone is at the theater,” she said slowly and softly. “Otherwise, I would have called. Of course.” The last words were biting. “Goodnight…”

    She turned and made her way to her bedroom. With the door closed and her privacy secured, she sank down to the floor. Hadn’t she done the right thing? Wasn’t it right of her to chase her purse? She opened it, looked inside, and picked out the most valuable items for evaluation- the most important of them all being a picture of Kermit.

    She gazed at it for a long time without seeing it. Instead she saw the look of disappointment that had just been on his face.

    Kermit was disappointed in her. She had let him down.

    She burst into tears.
  2. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the poor baby!! I NEED to hug her!!! And Gonzo! HA! Fozzie was great too! MORE PUH-LEASE other half!

    ...I'll leave the rest of the raving to Layla.
  3. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Poor Piggy...

    Have you tried Harry Krishna! It's the gag that never dies!!!! Love it! Three milkshakes a day, lucky Rowlf, but I suppose that could get old fast!

    Great chapter, looking forward to more!
  4. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Oy... Yes it can, remind me to tell you of when I went on a 2-week liquid diet after an operation I had some years back.

    Lisa! Yaey for the new chapter!
    Short and yet it carries across what needs to be said... Rowlf's back home. Piggy found her way back to the theater and then the boarding house. Gonzo and Fozzie making small talk jokes we recognize and squee at. And then Piggy breaking down in the privacy of her inner sanctum.
    Great stuff... Now post more please!
  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    AIEIEIE! You want more NOW? ...True, chapter five is ready for typing... But that doesn't mean I am! Please, I just got back from a board meeting and I've got two more deadlines in front of me- the LAST thing I want is another one!!!!!!!!!!!

    I know I know you're not giving me a deadline you're just nagging like the wonderful readers you are! So I'll see what I can do for you, and when I can do it...
  6. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    She's started another one! Boy, Prawnie should have birthday's more often!
    Anyway, hooray!!!

    <giggles> Yep! that would do it! Ty Pennington! What a great choice for a guest star! He's a fun guy on camera, and wacky enough to fit in very nicely with our loveable gang. Obviously Piggy has noticed how easy on the eyes he is! Ah, and dear, dear jealous, frustrated Kermit. In this case he seems to be more frustrated than jealous in fact, because of Piggy's jealousy! It's about that double standard she has. On the other hand, she's made a public display of devotion to him far more regularly than she's flirted with anyone else, and Kermit's no stranger to... a little harmless flirting himself, and he's been rather dodgy on the subject of his interest in her... professional or otherwise (Yes, yes, I know I'm hopelessly biased. There's a reason I'm an ushy gushy girl, and I've made that nice and public.)

    Ah, the frog and the dog. There's a sort of easygoing wisdom in Rowlf, and of all Kermit's friends, he's really got the most "older brother" kind of relationship with the frog. Everyone looks to Kermit, and Kermit does, in fact, rely on everyone around him, but with Rowlf it's more overt, and with Kermit in the dependant role. At least, that's how the emotional dynamic can work sometimes, in other ways, Kermit is unquestionably the leader.
    Folded his face... yes, he does do that. I like it! Kermit may not appreciate it right now, but Rowlf IS making a valid point there. Kermit's got a frog leg up on most of them!

    Ooh! Kermit's feeling confrontational today! Actually, Piggy obviously is too, baiting him shamelessly like that. There's no possible way that she doesn't know she's provoking him. It's always a little dangerous when she's pouring on the chirpy, sugary charm.

    Nice argument you've got going on here, Lisa. Nice dynamics between the two of them, the back and forth. Feels like a Jim and Frank one to me, and I can't think of anything nicer to say than that!

    <giggles> Yep. Love the similarities with that spying argument in MTM... and we all know how that ends. Anyway, you've gone a lovely job setting up all the tensions here... because of course, having read every other chapter, my stomach is all twisty over the two of them, Rowlf and Gonzo... trouble a brewing!

    Some things we will never know this side of the curtain! Great Kermity introduction!

    <laughs> Ooh, nice touch... sympathy claps!

    <shakes head> Wow. Only Gonzo. That would be incredibly fun to watch though, wouldn't it? Kudos on coming up with one of the most crazy Gonzo stunts I can recall at present. <sigh> And the Rowlf joke... it's sweet, just like him, and of course, makes me want to scream, "duck!" before that act gets started.

    <laughs> That last line there MAKES this act. Simple, and hysterical.

    <flinches> Oh, Rowlf! What a terrible and muppety accident!!

    <shudders> Oh, and the smell of it! Oh course, Rowlf is a dog so his nose is SO important to him. Wow... scary, Lisa... and I know he's gonna be okay!

    I'll catch up on the other chapters later, Lisa! I'm at the end of my reviewing strength right now. Know that I love them though, and you'll find out why soon enough!

    Hugs!

    Leyla
  7. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Five

    Early the next morning, when most everyone else was still in bed, Rowlf found himself sitting at the piano, staring at the keys. He was here out of habit more than anything. It was just part of his routine. He woke up early each morning, came downstairs, and quietly played piano.

    Almost always, someone else came down at some point. They would sit near by and talk about something that was bothering them, and he was more than happy to listen as he played.

    Today he looked at his casts. He did not wonder if he could play, or how he could play. He wondered if he knew how to not play.

    He lifted his paws and gently uncurled his fingers to touch the keys. His paws were swollen and aching. The casts bound his fingers just a little too tightly for him to reach for any notes, and it would be nearly impossible to use his thumbs at the same time as his fingers. Sharps and flats would also have to be forgotten.

    His eyes drifted towards the stairs. Who would come down today? Maybe Kermit would; Miss Piggy had caused him noticeably more distress than usual last night. On the other hand, maybe Miss Piggy would come, although she was more likely to stop by the band pit when the frog took a lunch break.

    He took his forefinger and lightly pressed on Middle C. Too lightly. The piano did not make a sound.

    Maybe Fozzie would come and release all the extra stress from suddenly taking over the show when Kermit had gone with Rowlf. Maybe Scooter would come and complain that he should have taken over.

    He pressed Middle C again, a little harder. The note was soft, but it was there- and so was the stinging pain running from his finger through his wrist. He lifted his paw.

    Maybe Gonzo would come down; he felt guilty about last night, despite Rowlf’s reassurances. Maybe Robin would want to talk; he always had interesting things to say, but he usually liked to sleep a little later.

    He lifted and twisted his wrist slightly to set his thumb on Middle C. It hurt to twist, but he pressed the key. It still hurt. He raised his paws to his eyes and frowned at his casts. “Hey,” he murmured sternly. “I’ve gotta play.” He shook his head. “Don’t know how not to. You’ve gotta let me play.” He settled his paws on the keys. There had to be a way.

    Maybe Rizzo would come down and vent about his siblings; from the look on his face lately, they were vexing him again. Or perhaps Hilda would come and ramble about the recent dilemma of choosing the proper stitch to resize Miss Piggy’s costume.

    He decided to try something different. Instead of using the strength of each finger to press the keys, maybe he could use his whole arm. He tried Middle C again. His fingers pressed up against the inside of his cast, and it hurt… but not as much as the other attempts had hurt. Or maybe he just didn’t notice anymore.

    Perhaps Floyd or Clifford would come down for a long banter about women and female-related troubles. Clifford, more likely; his date had gone sour two nights ago, while Floyd and Janice were on good terms.

    The trouble with this new method of striking the keys was that it was hard to hit one key at a time. He was more likely to strike at least two or three keys at once. He would have to work on it. And what better way to work on it than to practice? And what better way to practice than to play a song? No matter if it was unrecognizable. The point was just to play.

    Maybe a penguin- or a few penguins- would come to quack. One penguin kept getting dropped when they flipped, which brought all of their spirits down. Or maybe Pepe would come and talk about choosing which hand to use for what. No matter what was on his mind, when he had a morning chat with Rowlf, he would talk about his hands.

    Rowlf lifted his paws from the keys, stared at his casts, and sighed. It was time to stop playing for the morning. He felt sore from trying. Besides, there were noises from above, which meant people were awake. The time of confidentiality in the Muppet Boarding House had passed.

    And no one had come to talk.

    The Swedish Chef came humming down the stairs to make breakfast. “Groo shfeer, de huulney!” he cheerfully greeted the dog.

    Rowlf smiled a big, broad smile. “Woof, arf, bark bark!” he said.

    “Wellno svuunee?”

    “Woof woof!”

    “Shvear de huushkey duumly.”

    “Bark, bark! Woof.”

    Neither of them could understand the other, and in that, there was understanding.

    Just like every morning.
  8. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    ...Oh my gosh...Lisa this was so...Wow. I really can't describe to you HOW awesome this was. The line about Clifford and Floyd! WOW! Pepe! WOOT! Penguins!! WHEEE!! Speaking of which...

    *Zany runs in with a cue card that reads: "APPLAUSE!"*

    And I think that says it all. Oh and this:

    ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLF!!!

    There, that should do it. Oh! And this: MORE PLEASE!! Wait, no, hold up, I can't get behind...:halo:
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Well now... That wasn't too hard was it? But how can Rowlf and the Chef not understand each other or not speak the same language? They're rooming with you at the moment.
    Great chapter and I rully do like how you take the time to go through all the different Muppets' conversational ploys during the early morning break as Rowlf tries to attempt playing the piano. It also strikes at the hearts the concept of Rowlf mentalizing he doesn't know how not to play.

    Great stuff, thanks for the update. Besides, you just couldn't let Prawny get the upper hand, all even at 5's apiece.
    Expect more from the two of you when you can... And don't forget to update your other stories like Flippersteps or The Time to Beat Time.
  10. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ohhh....poor Rowlf....I thought I put him through alot in my stories about him! I felt so bad as he was trying to play and figure out how to play and it's just so hard for him. And then as he's waiting for someone to come down and talk to him and no one comes. I just wanna give him a hug! But I do love when the Swedish Chef comes down and how neither of them could understand each other. It's humorous but the last line is actually quite beautiful
    .
    Very nice. Can't wait to read more (Although I'd love some more of Flippersteps too...)
  11. christyb

    christyb New Member

    Tis magic Lisa. Pure magic. I mean how often can a writer make her audience wanna hug Miss Piggy?? Without fear of a karate chop that is. Then there's Rowlf at the piano. *sniff* Twas a moving scene. His perserverance in playing anything and not giving up was great. I agree with Beth. That last line hit me right about *points to heart* there. :) More please!
  12. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    It happens. Trust me. I listen to it every morning. Every. Single. Morning. From what I've caught on, it's too early for Rowlf to figure out what Chef is saying, so he just barks, and then neither of them know what the heck they're talking about... You'd be amazed at the conversations they have. And at how long they can keep it up for. And at how early they can start. Even on weekends. Especially if I want to sleep in. Trust me. It happens. Every. Single. Morning. <Deep breath.>

    Yeah, me too... Maybe some time this weekend I can figure out some of season one... we'll see...

    I don't know, but I seem to be earning a reputation for it... Wouldn't you agree, Prawnie? Leyla? :halo:
  13. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Pops in... If you need help with Season 1 of TMS for Flippersteps, LMK and we can talk in the thread since I don't know how else to reach you little Miss Invisible Mode.
    Oh, you're just in the lurker mode for Halloween... OK then I guess, just miss seeing your name in the online crowd.
  14. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    *walks in quietly* *whispers* I agree sincerly and whole heartedly. Please don't torture me!:eek:
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Please don't torture you? Aw, but that's FUN!!!!!
  16. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    <giggles> Well... yes... but in my case... it's not like this is a difficult thing. <is not a fangirl> <very shifty eyes>

    Now! Reviewing!

    Chapter Two:
    That's what I said!

    Poor, poor Rowlf... and fretting Kermit, all alone!

    Aww... he does seem nice! And, that observation is such a sweet, Kermity thing to think about. Not to mention how neatly it leads in to:

    That! Why does she do it? You just answered your own question, Kermit! Because it drives you crazy. Heck, that's the only way she can tell Kermit likes her sometimes, so can you blame her? Still... I hate to see him stressed and hurting, accept that it generally leads to an eventually happy ending.
    Right, beloved mentor?

    <closes eyes, hugs the frog> <sigh> It's easier for him to be strong when he's surrounded with his loving family of wackos. Speaking of...

    Hoorah! The calvary's here, so to speak! Oh, how much heart lurched in pity for Gonzo, and Fozzie knowing Kermit so well as to understand in only a glance. Such a dear heart.

    Ah, that's such a good friend, right there. He came right out and said exactly what Gonzo needed to hear. Kermit's a GREAT leader... he might not always believe it, but he is, and the other's can all see it, plain as day. What a treasure that humble frog heart is!

    Ah, the question that plagued me for so long! And now, of course, I know the answer... <sigh> Piggy, I still think you made the wrong choice, though, goodness knows you tried to make it right...

    Yippee!!! He's going to be alright! Hooray for Dr. Henson!!! Who better to look after Rowlf after all, than Jim himself!

    <nods> Perfect little moment there, Lisa. Gonzo's hesitation, Kermit's calling him to join them, keeping him close. Kermit's got SUCH a good heart.

    Clearly, Dr. Henson has never watched the muppet Show, or treated a muppet patient before.

    Aww... woozy Rowlf is SO adorable.

    That sweet, wise dog... a little joke like that can do SO much for an anxious friend. great line, too! Mozzarella! You write them so well, Lisa!!

    Are you like me and get the impression most of them are sort of waiting for the whole place to fall apart? I can almost see a group shrug. "Theatre blew up." "Hmm. Well, bound to happen. I didn't think it would be on a Thurday, but what do you know."

    Oh! And she smitteth my heart again! My brain isn't working well at this point, but my heart is doing triple duty. Beautiful, beautiful writing. The characters have so much depth and heart when you write them, Lisa. You make me feel what they feel, and that's a real gift for an author to have, and a reader to recieve.

    Am I supposed to know what the act was? I wish I did, it sounds entertaining, and I'm very fond of Dr. Teeth, and his effect on music. ;)

    <wince> Oh, poor dear Rowlf! His paws have to be so important to him to, as a piano player!

    <nods>
    Good frog. Good problem solver.

    The 64,000 dollar question...

    ... and the answer beyond price. Why is that a perfect Rowlf line? Well, I don't know about you <waves vaguely> but I always got the impression that Rowlf doesn't think of himself as a great piano player. It's just what he does, you know, so answering like that... well, yes, it's certainly true in a sense that he won't be playing very well till he's healed up, but it's also kind of soothing. He's still going to play, somehow, and it will be what it is. <nods in approval> Yes. Incredible character moment there for Rowlf in that little, well-considered answer. This won't change him, and it certainly won't stop him.

    Mmm... like how you put that, the description of the facial expresion. And, of course, I like that Kermit understands Rowlf's answer. He doesn't try to comfort him with meaningless platitudes, just understands and knows that Rowlf is okay... very, very touching stuff.

    Ah, Lisa... I may not be a Piggy fangirl <shifty eyes> but I'm certainly a fan of your writing, dear. Keep up the great work! (And hey, keep in touch, won't you, when you're a wealthly professional writer?)

    Leyla
  17. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Um... Begging yer pardon miss Layla... But Dr. Henson's treated other Muppets before. Remember, this is a cameo of a character seen before down in the swamps of Leland, tending to yon Kermit's mum when she had that horrid bout o' brain rot.
    Hope this helps ye... *Turns off British beggar boy mannerisms.

    *Turns on Undertaker charms.
    Now then... Shall we be getting more of this enchanting fictional tale? Do so hope I won't have to call on Master Devinshire to jolt you into posting. After all, you're already one chapter behind your cherished other half.
    *Evil smile.
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Steamily evil look.>

    I am aware of his current one-chapter lead.

    I am also aware of the awkward conversation that must be scribed.

    I shall say no more on the topic. For now.
  19. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Very well then... Hope for more of this and/or Flippersteps. If you can tonight, join us at the party. But until the morrow creeps...

    *In Undertaker voice: Rest... In... Peace.
    *Bells toll, adding to the eeriness.
  20. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Six

    Rowlf examined the breakfast table. Kermit was putting a lot of effort into giving Robin his full attention, and carefully avoiding eye contact with Miss Piggy. This was no easy task, considering that Miss Piggy was desperately trying to make eye contact with him. Fozzie had a vague, almost undetectable, sort of weariness about him. Scooter was too busy running around doing things to show much emotion, although he did seem a tad more annoyed than usual. Gonzo was talking to Camilla, but his eyes kept drifting to Rowlf’s casts. Rizzo was on the phone, having a disgruntled conversation with someone. Hilda was examining whatever seams she could see and otherwise staring at her food deep in thought. Clifford looked a little more irritable than usual. The penguins had finished eating and were now practicing flips, with one of them consistently landing on his back. They crowded around the clumsy one and quacked. Pepe was examining his hands between bites and insulting quips.

    These were Rowlf’s observations. Beauregard had one of his own.

    “Nobody’s as happy today,” he said as he sat beside the dog.

    “We’d be happier if the floor were cleaner,” Nigel the conductor said, almost teasingly.

    “Oh I can change that,” Beauregard said, standing up. “I’ll get my mop.”

    “Naw, Beau, sit down,” Rowlf said, gesturing for the janitor to stay. “You’re right.”

    “I am?” Beauregard said.

    “Uh huh.”

    “But I thought I was on your left.”

    Rowlf did a double take. “Just sit down, Beau,” he said. “What I meant is that you’re correct. Something’s kinda tense today.”

    “We know who to thank for that,” Clifford said, jerking his head towards Kermit and Miss Piggy. “Never fails, man, it never fails.”

    “True,” Rowlf said. “They do tend to be contagious. But I don’t think it’s just them today.”

    They subconsciously shifted their eyes to his casts.

    “Here you go, Rowlf!” Scooter said, setting a milkshake down in front of him.

    “Thanks,” Rowlf said. He sniffed it. “Is there Swiss cheese in it, or is that just my nose still?” he asked.

    “Well I hope it’s not your nose in it!” Gonzo said. He was tense, not sure if he had any right to joke about the matter.

    Rowlf grinned. He touched the tips of his fingers to his nose. “Nope- still on my face,” he said.

    “Good,” Gonzo smiled.

    “I made it, not Chef,” Scooter said. “No Swiss cheese.”

    “In that case, I’ve got the safest breakfast at this table,” Rowlf said.

    A large piece of someone’s cereal came flying at Rowlf, hit- and cracked- his glass, and was thus deflected.

    Rowlf examined it. “See?”

    “Better drink it fast before it’s gone,” Clifford said, looking at the crack in the glass.

    Rowlf sipped at the straw and watched as Sam the American Eagle poked at his waffles. He poked one just right, and it squirted him in the eye.

    “OHH!” he groaned in pain. “OHH!”

    “Rinse it with water!” Rowlf ordered.

    Ten glasses of water were instantly splashed in the eagle’s face.

    Sam tried to smooth the water out of his feathers. “Hmph!”

    Kermit sharpened his eyes on this additional commotion. “Guys, please,” he begged, “No more than one hospital run a week, please?”

    “I second that!” Rowlf raised a cast.

    “Si, I seventh it, hokay!” Pepe said.

    “You’re supposed to third it,” Rizzo said.

    “Si, but I have six hands, hokay?”

    “Sure, whatever,” Rizzo shrugged. “One hospital run a week.”

    “I just hope they don’t land on the show anymore,” Fozzie sighed. “I don’t know how you do it, Kermit.” He set his chin on his hand.

    “Yeah, me either,” Kermit said. He shook his head. “You hope they don’t come show night. I hope they don’t come at all.”

    Fozzie raised his head. “I try to be realistic sometimes,” he said with a sympathetic smile.

    Kermit nodded. “True.” He turned to his food and wondered if he wanted to eat it.

    When the time came to board the bus, Kermit herded Rowlf into the front seat with him. “We should talk,” he said reluctantly.

    Rowlf settled in and waited with his usual attentive patience, but nothing else was said until they sere on the road.

    Kermit shifted his weight. “Rowlf,” he said uneasily. “…Rowlf, what- I mean-“ He stopped, frowning, struggling for the right words. He shifted his weight and tried another approach. “How do your paws feel, Rowlf?”

    Rowlf looked at his casts. “Sore,” he confessed. He grinned at his friend. “But that milkshake sure tasted good,” he said.

    “Heh.” Kermit gave half an empty smile. “But uh, Rowlf…” He squirmed. “Rowlf, you… I mean…”

    Kermit could think of many unpleasant activities he would have rather done than say this to Rowlf. Going to the dentist was among them, and he didn’t even have teeth.

    “Rowlf- you can’t really play now, can you?” he finally forced himself to say. “I mean, with the casts and all… You’re wrists are broken, Rowlf.”

    Rowlf sighed and stared at his casts. “I tried some this morning,” he said softly. “It hurt a whole lot.”

    Kermit put his hand on Rowlf’s shoulder. “Rowlf… I hate to say this, but…”

    “I can tell.”

    “…What are you gonna do at the theater?”

    Rowlf sighed a deep, heavy sigh, and thought. “Not much,” he said.


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