“Well, see that’s the thing, I don’t know either,” Kermit said. “Have I ever told you about my star?”
“Yeah, your mom’s lullaby,” Rowlf said. “Do you feel like you’re not following it?”
“No, I feel like I’m following it,” Kermit said. “I just feel like I should be chasing it. Like there’s something else I should be looking for that’ll sort of bind together everything I want. Like a- a connection of some sort, that brings everything together.” He stood up, walked over to the window, and stared out into the night. “But I don’t know what.”