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Setting: Central Park Pond. Kermit is standing on the shore of the Pond holding his empty bottle. He is about to dive in to acquire a week’s supply of algae or pond scum. It’s a dirty job but as a father he has to do it.
“Well, here goes,” said Kermit, looking at the expanse of Central Park Pond. He opened the bottle and jumped in.
“Kermit, is that you?” said another frog as Kermit descended into the depths of the murky waters.
“Steve?” responded Kermit with equal incredulity.
“Yup, what are you doing back in The Pond? I haven’t seen you since you hooked up with that pig and got an apartment downtown. What’s been going on?” said his brother.
“Well, Miss Piggy and I have given birth to a little tadpole of our own” said Kermit.
“Wow, that’s great, so what brings you here to The Pond in Central Park.” said Steve.
“Food,” said Kermit. “According to the pediatrician my little tadpole is going to need about half of this bottle filled with pond scum a week.”
“Wow, I see he’s inherited his eating habits from his mother’s family.” said Steve.
“Yeah, well, after here, I have to head over to Queens to go to Green Meadows Farm and pick up some pig swill to fill this bottle the rest of the way up.” said Kermit.
“Well, do you need any help?” said Steve.
“What do you mean?” asked Kermit.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll show you,” said Steve and he rose to the surface. When he got there, he croaked a few times and jumped back in the water. Moments later, the pond was filled with about 30 other frogs.
“Wow, it’s all my brothers and sisters,” said Kermit.
“Well, not all of us,” said one of the newly arrived frogs, “only about 2/5 of us are here, unfortunately the other 3/5 are scattered in ponds, bogs and swamps around the world.”
“You forgot William,” said another.
“Oh yeah, poor William,” said the first frog.
“What happened to him?” asked Kermit.
“Big fish. Never made it to adulthood.” said another frog.
“Oh, that’s bad news,” said Kermit.
“Yeah, but that’s the way life is for us frogs,” said another, “Why, just last week I saved a tadpole from becoming a dragonfly’s lunch by making the dragonfly my lunch.”
“So Steve, what do you want us to do for Kermit?” said another of the frogs.
Quickly, Steve explained Kermit’s predicament to the rest of the siblings, “so I figure, if we all work together, we could bring Kermit a half gallon of algae a week every week until the little guy gets old enough to start eating flies or whatever he has to eat as a full-grown frig.”
“What if it’s a she,” said another frog.
“Doesn’t matter,” said another, “it’s family, let’s help.
“Yeah, we’ll co-co-co—. What’s that word that the humans use when they want to talk about a whole bunch of them working together?” said another.
“COOPERATE!” said a bunch of the frogs together.
“Wow,” said Kermit, “that takes care of half my problem, but what about the pig swill?”
“Well, you’re on your own there, bro’” said Steve. “None of us have access to the farm in Queens.”
“I can get to the domestic animal exhibit in the children’s zoo,” said one of the other frogs.
“Too risky,” said Steve, “you might become a permanent resident of that prison.”
“Yeah, like George down in Prospect Park in Brooklyn.” said another frog.
“Okay, Kermit, can handle the pig swill on his own in his own way, when he gets there, for now, let’s get the first week’s installment of pond scum together, I imagine the little frig’s hungry.” said another frog.
“Yeah, and each week another one of us will hop down to Kermit’s place and bring him the food, so he doesn’t have to come all the way here.” said another.
“Good idea, but it will probably be better for us to take the subway.” said Steve.
“Or the sewers,” said another,
“No way, Alfred lives there,” said another.
“Oh, he’s just an urban legend,” said another, “there aren’t any gators in the sewers.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but I wouldn’t want to find out, besides I could get lost down there,” said another.
“Okay, it’s all agreed, we’ll use the subways for transporting the food, now let’s get to work,” said Steve.
They took the bottle and put it on the shore, then each frog gathered some pond scum in his mouth and spat it into the bottle. Within minutes the bottle was ready to be closed up and taken on its way.
“Thanks, guys,” said Kermit, “I guess, Piggy and I will see one of you in about a week.”
“Yup,” said Steve, “bye, good luck in Queens with the pig swill.”
“Kermit hopped out of the park and back onto the subway.
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Chapter 8: Central Park Times
Setting: Central Park Pond. Kermit is standing on the shore of the Pond holding his empty bottle. He is about to dive in to acquire a week’s supply of algae or pond scum. It’s a dirty job but as a father he has to do it.
“Well, here goes,” said Kermit, looking at the expanse of Central Park Pond. He opened the bottle and jumped in.
“Kermit, is that you?” said another frog as Kermit descended into the depths of the murky waters.
“Steve?” responded Kermit with equal incredulity.
“Yup, what are you doing back in The Pond? I haven’t seen you since you hooked up with that pig and got an apartment downtown. What’s been going on?” said his brother.
“Well, Miss Piggy and I have given birth to a little tadpole of our own” said Kermit.
“Wow, that’s great, so what brings you here to The Pond in Central Park.” said Steve.
“Food,” said Kermit. “According to the pediatrician my little tadpole is going to need about half of this bottle filled with pond scum a week.”
“Wow, I see he’s inherited his eating habits from his mother’s family.” said Steve.
“Yeah, well, after here, I have to head over to Queens to go to Green Meadows Farm and pick up some pig swill to fill this bottle the rest of the way up.” said Kermit.
“Well, do you need any help?” said Steve.
“What do you mean?” asked Kermit.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll show you,” said Steve and he rose to the surface. When he got there, he croaked a few times and jumped back in the water. Moments later, the pond was filled with about 30 other frogs.
“Wow, it’s all my brothers and sisters,” said Kermit.
“Well, not all of us,” said one of the newly arrived frogs, “only about 2/5 of us are here, unfortunately the other 3/5 are scattered in ponds, bogs and swamps around the world.”
“You forgot William,” said another.
“Oh yeah, poor William,” said the first frog.
“What happened to him?” asked Kermit.
“Big fish. Never made it to adulthood.” said another frog.
“Oh, that’s bad news,” said Kermit.
“Yeah, but that’s the way life is for us frogs,” said another, “Why, just last week I saved a tadpole from becoming a dragonfly’s lunch by making the dragonfly my lunch.”
“So Steve, what do you want us to do for Kermit?” said another of the frogs.
Quickly, Steve explained Kermit’s predicament to the rest of the siblings, “so I figure, if we all work together, we could bring Kermit a half gallon of algae a week every week until the little guy gets old enough to start eating flies or whatever he has to eat as a full-grown frig.”
“What if it’s a she,” said another frog.
“Doesn’t matter,” said another, “it’s family, let’s help.
“Yeah, we’ll co-co-co—. What’s that word that the humans use when they want to talk about a whole bunch of them working together?” said another.
“COOPERATE!” said a bunch of the frogs together.
“Wow,” said Kermit, “that takes care of half my problem, but what about the pig swill?”
“Well, you’re on your own there, bro’” said Steve. “None of us have access to the farm in Queens.”
“I can get to the domestic animal exhibit in the children’s zoo,” said one of the other frogs.
“Too risky,” said Steve, “you might become a permanent resident of that prison.”
“Yeah, like George down in Prospect Park in Brooklyn.” said another frog.
“Okay, Kermit, can handle the pig swill on his own in his own way, when he gets there, for now, let’s get the first week’s installment of pond scum together, I imagine the little frig’s hungry.” said another frog.
“Yeah, and each week another one of us will hop down to Kermit’s place and bring him the food, so he doesn’t have to come all the way here.” said another.
“Good idea, but it will probably be better for us to take the subway.” said Steve.
“Or the sewers,” said another,
“No way, Alfred lives there,” said another.
“Oh, he’s just an urban legend,” said another, “there aren’t any gators in the sewers.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but I wouldn’t want to find out, besides I could get lost down there,” said another.
“Okay, it’s all agreed, we’ll use the subways for transporting the food, now let’s get to work,” said Steve.
They took the bottle and put it on the shore, then each frog gathered some pond scum in his mouth and spat it into the bottle. Within minutes the bottle was ready to be closed up and taken on its way.
“Thanks, guys,” said Kermit, “I guess, Piggy and I will see one of you in about a week.”
“Yup,” said Steve, “bye, good luck in Queens with the pig swill.”
“Kermit hopped out of the park and back onto the subway.
