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Anastasia had a motorcycle. And they had managed to find a helmet Robin's size.
"This is great!" Robin yelled, from his perch just in front of the handle bars. He had goggles on too, which was fortunate.
"I like it!" Anastasia agreed with him.
They stopped for the afternoon at a rocky beach where there was an abundance of round, flat stones. Many passerby amused themselves by stacking them, and they were no exception.
"I haven't ridden the Cabot trail for so long." Anastasia said longingly. Many of the things she said had a tinge of wistfulness, or longing, or pleasant melancholy about them. "Sometimes it's nice to have an added excuse you know?"
She pulled a picnic basket from the storage container on the back of her bike, and they had a bit of lunch. One thing that Anastasia loved about having a frog for a boyfriend, particularly in the summer, was that she was never bothered by mosquitos.
Later, they stopped at a roadside attraction where someone had set up several scarecrows in various scenarios. The ones playing poker were particularly amusing because they kept forgetting which card game they were playing.
Eventually they stopped at an inn for the night. Tomorrow they would take the rest of the trail back to Ana's home. All too soon, it would be time for Robin to leave, though of course she had gotten a small role in the Muppets' next movie as a singer.
"This has been a great weekend Robin." she said. "Thank you for coming up."
"Thank you for inviting me." he retorted. "I've never been to Nova Scotia, it's beautiful up here."
They sang together in the common room of the inn, along with a few of the other guests. Then at the end of the evening, Anastasia led them all in a chorus of happy birthday for him.
He couldn't believe he was 20 years old.
"This is great!" Robin yelled, from his perch just in front of the handle bars. He had goggles on too, which was fortunate.
"I like it!" Anastasia agreed with him.
They stopped for the afternoon at a rocky beach where there was an abundance of round, flat stones. Many passerby amused themselves by stacking them, and they were no exception.
"I haven't ridden the Cabot trail for so long." Anastasia said longingly. Many of the things she said had a tinge of wistfulness, or longing, or pleasant melancholy about them. "Sometimes it's nice to have an added excuse you know?"
She pulled a picnic basket from the storage container on the back of her bike, and they had a bit of lunch. One thing that Anastasia loved about having a frog for a boyfriend, particularly in the summer, was that she was never bothered by mosquitos.
Later, they stopped at a roadside attraction where someone had set up several scarecrows in various scenarios. The ones playing poker were particularly amusing because they kept forgetting which card game they were playing.
Eventually they stopped at an inn for the night. Tomorrow they would take the rest of the trail back to Ana's home. All too soon, it would be time for Robin to leave, though of course she had gotten a small role in the Muppets' next movie as a singer.
"This has been a great weekend Robin." she said. "Thank you for coming up."
"Thank you for inviting me." he retorted. "I've never been to Nova Scotia, it's beautiful up here."
They sang together in the common room of the inn, along with a few of the other guests. Then at the end of the evening, Anastasia led them all in a chorus of happy birthday for him.
He couldn't believe he was 20 years old.
