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Last night's party had done Robin a world of good. In the past week he had been told by a theater casting director that due to Robin's very small size, it was unlikely he'd get cast in anything being put on in a large theater. "The audience wouldn't be able to see you."
And then his Uncle Kermit had informed him that the studio producing their next film, 'Treasure Island' had insisted that the lead, Jim Hawkins, would go to a human. Kermit had intended that role for Robin, who had been looking forward to it.
Well, he felt good about the audition he'd given on Friday, so maybe some good news would come of that.
And again, the party had cheered him up considerably. So he sat on one of his favorite statues, strumming his wee guitar and singing. And wondering what to do this summer.
[Open naturally!]
And then his Uncle Kermit had informed him that the studio producing their next film, 'Treasure Island' had insisted that the lead, Jim Hawkins, would go to a human. Kermit had intended that role for Robin, who had been looking forward to it.
Well, he felt good about the audition he'd given on Friday, so maybe some good news would come of that.
And again, the party had cheered him up considerably. So he sat on one of his favorite statues, strumming his wee guitar and singing. And wondering what to do this summer.
[Open naturally!]
