He was struggling. Managing to get a single fabric hand out with another. Not once, did he thing about the strings in which bounded him to the stone. Pretty oblivious, to the fact that it was the only source in which needed to get out. Kermit pulled, and pulled.
Letting every ounce of fabric sweat drip down to stone. He gripped, thrashed against the debris in rage.
'I've had enough,' he thought. 'It's not worth the risk.'
Though, just like any other cliche in the books, his mind immediately clicked.
Miss Piggy. What a pain. The thought of her made him struggle once more. Kermit was an idiot to let the tea take over.
The taste was surely enough to make him go crazy, and that's what happened.
No, forget about that. He needed to get out of there, now. The tree which hung above him, at any moment would collapse
"Help!" Kermit tried to scream. His voice cracked at the tension. All he could think about was her.
Then, what seemed to be a marvelous miracle come true, he sprung free.
My writing skills have come down to an obnoxious level-
A person who's looking for answers.
