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The mistletoe was hung, a pair of warm eggnogs ready for the drinking, and scarlet candles lit. The emerald pine tree stood erect, displaying its gorgeous ornaments and sparkling lights. Underneath the branches were boxes of multi-colored presents; each of every shape and size. Romantic crooning played softly in the background, consisting of all-time Christmas classics. The delicate scent of gingerbread stalked the living room, belonging to a familiar face.
The phone rang deafeningly in contrast to the gentle music. A passing figure lowered the volume and took the phone silently into satin-gloved hands. “Hello?” a gentle voice asked. Something sweet in her voice, something so mysterious, a hidden surprise in store—one her love could not take. “I’m sorry, honey.” the apology from her dearly loved frog had caused an unexpected reaction. “You promised you’d come, Kermie.” The porcine said drearily. A rueful justification did she receive, “Piggy, I’m busy with work—hope you understand.”.
The pig looked to her eggnog and to his. “Frog.” She said with a pressing tone in her voice. “I have to go, Piggy.” Kermit said, not unkindly. Piggy sighed, “Whatever.” She said, leaving no loving goodbyes to soother her lover’s guilt. Her sapphire eyes were locked to where Kermit would have been—right next to her side. The empty space left her not a token of comfort. The cookies in her decorative plate lost their appeal, and the room lost that winter night warmth. The night had gone to waste.
She rose from the sofa in silence. The gloom increased with each passing second. “I don’t care.” She said defiantly. Her sighs were continuous. “I might as well hit the sack.” Piggy muttered grumpily. She took her cup carefully into her hands. It soothed her boiling anger. A vexing ring rang from the door. The ringing gave her a sense of hope “That frog!” She cried blending anger and hope all too freely. Her eyes glowed with optimism “Coming, Kermie!” She called, rushing out of the room.
Her excitement caused quite a contagion in her surroundings. Her home seemed to recover that warmth and joy that she intended to give. With one swift motion, did she open the door. “Kermie!” She cried, wrapping her thick arms around the figure. She attacked him with loving kisses and cuddles. To her shock, it wasn’t her frog. “Miss Piggy!” yelped the blue wonder. She turned away from him stiffly. Sounds of spitting could be heard.
“Pfft! Yeckka!”
A frown crossed his lips. “You aren’t exactly Camilla, Miss Piggy.” Gonzo said in his defense. The porcine looked to him angrily. “I didn’t think it was you.” She said steely. She pushed him out and closed the door without a minute wasted. She turned around, only to face him again. “What?” She screeched. “Get out of my house you perv!” She accused. Gonzo laughed lightly. “I’m an alien—perv and alien are two different things.” He stated happily.
Piggy looked to him grudgingly. “Well, I’ve got no one else to spend the time with,” She said, “Come in, buzzard beak.” She said, granting him the white flag (not literally). Gonzo’s expressive eyes grew wide with excitement. “Wanna do something?” He asked inspecting the decorations in the house swiftly. Her resentment gradually decreased. “Maybe get you out of my life?” She suggested playfully. “Awh come on, that’s so not cool!” He said cheerily.
He waltzed into the living room to get a better look at what was on the glass table. “Oh, wow, you baked those yourself?” he asked, eyeing the cookies. She nodded slowly. “They were for Kermie.” She explained. He gasped lightly “Oh. He couldn’t make it?” The blue muppet inquired. Piggy nodded quietly. “Too busy with work—doesn’t have enough time for me.” She muttered childishly. Gonzo’s face lit up as a clever idea came his way. “Hey, how ‘bout we go out for a walk? It’ll be fun! We can make this night the best!” He exclaimed eagerly.
“Just let me get dressed.”
Her voice hinted annoyance, but he wasn’t the least bit discouraged.
The phone rang deafeningly in contrast to the gentle music. A passing figure lowered the volume and took the phone silently into satin-gloved hands. “Hello?” a gentle voice asked. Something sweet in her voice, something so mysterious, a hidden surprise in store—one her love could not take. “I’m sorry, honey.” the apology from her dearly loved frog had caused an unexpected reaction. “You promised you’d come, Kermie.” The porcine said drearily. A rueful justification did she receive, “Piggy, I’m busy with work—hope you understand.”.
The pig looked to her eggnog and to his. “Frog.” She said with a pressing tone in her voice. “I have to go, Piggy.” Kermit said, not unkindly. Piggy sighed, “Whatever.” She said, leaving no loving goodbyes to soother her lover’s guilt. Her sapphire eyes were locked to where Kermit would have been—right next to her side. The empty space left her not a token of comfort. The cookies in her decorative plate lost their appeal, and the room lost that winter night warmth. The night had gone to waste.
She rose from the sofa in silence. The gloom increased with each passing second. “I don’t care.” She said defiantly. Her sighs were continuous. “I might as well hit the sack.” Piggy muttered grumpily. She took her cup carefully into her hands. It soothed her boiling anger. A vexing ring rang from the door. The ringing gave her a sense of hope “That frog!” She cried blending anger and hope all too freely. Her eyes glowed with optimism “Coming, Kermie!” She called, rushing out of the room.
~---~
Her excitement caused quite a contagion in her surroundings. Her home seemed to recover that warmth and joy that she intended to give. With one swift motion, did she open the door. “Kermie!” She cried, wrapping her thick arms around the figure. She attacked him with loving kisses and cuddles. To her shock, it wasn’t her frog. “Miss Piggy!” yelped the blue wonder. She turned away from him stiffly. Sounds of spitting could be heard.
“Pfft! Yeckka!”
A frown crossed his lips. “You aren’t exactly Camilla, Miss Piggy.” Gonzo said in his defense. The porcine looked to him angrily. “I didn’t think it was you.” She said steely. She pushed him out and closed the door without a minute wasted. She turned around, only to face him again. “What?” She screeched. “Get out of my house you perv!” She accused. Gonzo laughed lightly. “I’m an alien—perv and alien are two different things.” He stated happily.
Piggy looked to him grudgingly. “Well, I’ve got no one else to spend the time with,” She said, “Come in, buzzard beak.” She said, granting him the white flag (not literally). Gonzo’s expressive eyes grew wide with excitement. “Wanna do something?” He asked inspecting the decorations in the house swiftly. Her resentment gradually decreased. “Maybe get you out of my life?” She suggested playfully. “Awh come on, that’s so not cool!” He said cheerily.
He waltzed into the living room to get a better look at what was on the glass table. “Oh, wow, you baked those yourself?” he asked, eyeing the cookies. She nodded slowly. “They were for Kermie.” She explained. He gasped lightly “Oh. He couldn’t make it?” The blue muppet inquired. Piggy nodded quietly. “Too busy with work—doesn’t have enough time for me.” She muttered childishly. Gonzo’s face lit up as a clever idea came his way. “Hey, how ‘bout we go out for a walk? It’ll be fun! We can make this night the best!” He exclaimed eagerly.
“Just let me get dressed.”
Her voice hinted annoyance, but he wasn’t the least bit discouraged.
~---~
Piggy glided down the stars elegantly. “Ok, let’s do this.” She said, taking Gonzo randomly by the arm and pulling him straight out the door. Optimism began to show its face. She was determined to make his company worthwhile, not a burden. Her friend cackled wildly as he was dragged along.
(That's Gonzo coming between Kermie and Piggy, lol)
