Kermit the Frog hated egg nog. He hated gingerbread cookies and mistletoe; he hated wreaths, stockings, and visiting his family in Alabama. He hated playing kazoo for his puppy during a blizzard, and most of all, he hated Christmas. He hated Christmas more than he hated roller coasters, and that’s not a feat to laugh at. Kermit hated everything. Piggy had died ten years ago in a jump castle incident, and Kermit didn’t smile anymore. He used to, there was a time when he would smile and laugh and sing songs of rainbows, but not anymore. After the accident, Kermit slipped deeper and deeper into depression, eventually turning to alcohol to drown away his worries. As Kermit continued on his self-destructive path, he slowly lost everything, first his job, then his car, then his house; and Kermit was eventually forced to move onto the streets.

One day, as Kermit lay in a dark alleyway, he wondered how he could have stooped so low in society; Piggy would be ashamed of him! He then and there resolved to pull himself together, sober up and get a job. So on the very next day, Kermit shaved, took a bath in the river, put on his finest rags, and headed down to the Burger King to apply for a job. “Hello there, I want to apply for a job; may I please have an application?” Kermit asked, but to his surprise, he did not receive the answer he was expecting, “Excuse me little frog, but we don’t accept talking animals as employees, now get your hands off the counter, you’ll make it dirty.” Shocked at the amount of racism in the world, he traveled from place to place, looking for a job, always receiving the same racist answers, “Get out of here, you’ll scare away my customers!” or, “Who taught you to talk you stupid frog?” Kermit couldn’t believe his ears, stunned and hurt; he stumbled back to the alley where he lived. Kermit just sat there. He never moved to eat or drink, he simply sat down on the ground and stared at the sky, minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and Kermit just sat there. What could he do to stop this horrible racism? Nothing, there was nothing for him to do. But in his heart, Kermit knew it wasn’t true, he could save the world, he could teach people to love everyone, and he knew he could. Kermit had a goal.