Chapter sixteen
Kermit and Fozzie walked into the store to get sugar for coffee. "Kermit, what's wrong with you?" Fozzie asked. "Nothing," Kermit lied. "Kermit," the bear said, "You are my best friend and I know somethings wrong." "Fine," the frog gave in, "Piggy. She's been acting...strange and I don't know. I don't think she shouls be in the FBI at this moment for a while, I mean, I almost lost her and I can't go that again. She's my wife and I don't think it's a really good idea if she even try to get into action. She's getting weaker, but not only on the outside, she hurting on the inside. I wish I knew what was wrong, but I don't. It...hurts me to see her like this." Fozzie sighed. "Well, it can't be that bad," the bear said, "She'll get better." "I need to go home," the frog said and walked out.
Kermit was driving home when he heard his phone ring, but he ingored it. He could barely focus on his driving, but he got home. He saw Piggy on the swing on the porch. "Hey, we need to talk," he told her. He sat by her. "What's going on?" he asked. "My mom called and said that she was wanting to kill me, because my dad died," she told him. "How old was you when you lost him?" he asked. "Two," she replied. "What did she do to you?" he asked. "She would hit me, kick me, punch me, starve me, told everyone in school that I was a man hog *** and stuff, leave cuts on me, busted my lip, and I have three scars on my ankle from her," she replied, "I'm a runaway. I ran away when I was 16 and I graduated already. No one understands me." "I do," he told her, "I can tell something's wrong and you can tell anything. I don't want you to feel like you're stranded out in the cold."
They shared a kiss and made the swing start swinging.