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robinthefrogRobin had never actually seen the Rockies before. But he was glad that he finally had. They were glorious. As the other Muppets helped each other on with their packs, Robin sat on the tailgate of the truck flipping through his Frog Scout manual, making sure he knew the essentials.
*****
"I've read the Frog Scout manual from cover to cover John." Robin said from his perch on the man's shoulder. "I'm gonna be a big help."
"I know you are Robin." John smiled.
"How far is it to the campsite?" Janice asked.
"It's about six miles Janice, as the crow flies." John answered.
"Yeah well how far is it as the dog walks?" Rolf joked.
*****
"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Fozzie ran back past Kermit, John and Robin. There was another bear chasing him.
"What's wrong?" Kermit asked.
"She speaks Grizzley!"
"So?"
"I only speak Paddington!"
*****
"You know Kermit I'm impressed with how you got everyone ready to go so fast."
"Well John, we made a list, then we packed the bare essentials,"
"And then we gave the rest to Animal." Floyd broke in, walking past with Animal, who's pack was taller even than Sweetums. It had everything. Even, yes, there was the kitchen sink.
*****
Finally they reached the campsite and started pitching the tents. John and Floyd went to catch dinner, and Robin was assigned the task of stringing up the clothesline. This may have been a mistake.
John went sprawling as he tripped over the clothesline, strung up at about shin level.
"What the?" he demanded.
"Well, you said to string up the clothesline." Robin said, dismayed at what had happened.
"Not four inches off the ground Robin, I almost broke my neck." John chided.
"But," Robin protested helplessly. "That's as high as I can reach!" Despondent, he turned and sulked into the woods. "Gosh, I can't do anything right."
Soon enough of course, John had found another just as important job in which height was not a factor, and he and Robin were getting along again.
*****
That night, and many nights after were occupied with singing songs, and telling ghost stories. One of which ended especially eerily when Gonzo emerged with proof that the tale of the Giant Man-Eating Chicken might be true.
No sooner had John Denver realized that he'd been presented with a giant chicken feather, than he was chased off by the bird itself. Fortunately he escaped, and the rest of the week went without incident. Well except for Fozzie mistaking a wasp nest for a foot ball, and some garter snakes for rope.
*****
"I've read the Frog Scout manual from cover to cover John." Robin said from his perch on the man's shoulder. "I'm gonna be a big help."
"I know you are Robin." John smiled.
"How far is it to the campsite?" Janice asked.
"It's about six miles Janice, as the crow flies." John answered.
"Yeah well how far is it as the dog walks?" Rolf joked.
*****
"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Fozzie ran back past Kermit, John and Robin. There was another bear chasing him.
"What's wrong?" Kermit asked.
"She speaks Grizzley!"
"So?"
"I only speak Paddington!"
*****
"You know Kermit I'm impressed with how you got everyone ready to go so fast."
"Well John, we made a list, then we packed the bare essentials,"
"And then we gave the rest to Animal." Floyd broke in, walking past with Animal, who's pack was taller even than Sweetums. It had everything. Even, yes, there was the kitchen sink.
*****
Finally they reached the campsite and started pitching the tents. John and Floyd went to catch dinner, and Robin was assigned the task of stringing up the clothesline. This may have been a mistake.
John went sprawling as he tripped over the clothesline, strung up at about shin level.
"What the?" he demanded.
"Well, you said to string up the clothesline." Robin said, dismayed at what had happened.
"Not four inches off the ground Robin, I almost broke my neck." John chided.
"But," Robin protested helplessly. "That's as high as I can reach!" Despondent, he turned and sulked into the woods. "Gosh, I can't do anything right."
Soon enough of course, John had found another just as important job in which height was not a factor, and he and Robin were getting along again.
*****
That night, and many nights after were occupied with singing songs, and telling ghost stories. One of which ended especially eerily when Gonzo emerged with proof that the tale of the Giant Man-Eating Chicken might be true.
No sooner had John Denver realized that he'd been presented with a giant chicken feather, than he was chased off by the bird itself. Fortunately he escaped, and the rest of the week went without incident. Well except for Fozzie mistaking a wasp nest for a foot ball, and some garter snakes for rope.
