As he breathed heavily, many thoughts of his recollected. Surely it eased the pain, a distraction. Though, it only brought more chaos in the matter. Miss Piggy. The beloved one, first came to mind. Never once, Kermit believed he had such thing as a brain.
It hurt, as much as he wanted to say otherwise. He shut off all connection and string in which belonged to Miss Piggy. Completely gave up on the sudden hope that rose up, long ago, of course. Kermit desperately begged to be at ease once again. His softened head wouldn't stop continually fidgeting.
All he wanted to see, more than anything, his darling, Miss Piggy. No. No way was he letting this "brain" take control of his emotions. But, not even Kermit, couldn't stop the memories flooding through his cotton. He gripped the debris beneath his confidence, struggling.
He was going to make it out of this disaster alive. Even if he made it with only arms and a head. No matter what, Kermit was going to see the one. The one motivation he had, Miss Piggy.
This is obviously a joke-
A person who's looking for the answers.
