“Except of course to the ten feet of grass he burned,” Maggie said as she walked over.
“No, that was when you dropped the stick!” Kermit said.
“I did not drop the stick!” Maggie said.
“You did too!” Kermit said. “Twice!”
“Children,” the elderly lady frog said. “Let’s not cry over spilt milk.”
“We’re not,” Maggie said, “We’re arguing over burnt grass. Because somebody isn’t frog enough to admit that he started a fire.”
“Right,” Kermit said, “And that somebody thinks she can pin it on someone else.”
“No,” Maggie said, “That somebody thinks that just because he doesn’t live in the swamp, he’s better than us, so-“
“Alright, now that’s too far,” Kermit said, “I might as well add that this somebody also has a tendency to drop banjos in the pond-“
“It was an ACCIDENT!” Maggie said.
“Children,” their mother warned.
“Sorry Mom,” they both said.