Kermit walked onto the street that fine day, he knew what he would do with his life, and he would end racism! Kermit finally had a purpose in life. But then, as if a boulder, trapped in ice at the top of a mountain, unable to move, waits for spring thaw to come and release it, and when it does, the boulder rolls down the mountain, attaining speeds unattainable, and it continues to roll, crashing through trees and houses. Then, a man is in its path, and he tries to run, but cannot escape, and the boulder crushes him, and as if a painter splashes paint onto a canvas, so the man’s blood and gore were painted on the boulder and covered the floor, so was the way Kermit was hit by a bus.