At 8 o'clock tonight I glanced out the front window and saw→[More:] a woman walking a huge dog of no determinant breed, and the dog was carrying a huge Kermit the frog.
Rowlf often thought he'd do better at running the place (how many times can one theater be at risk of shutting down?) and many of the stagehands agreed - 'El Jefe', they called him. One day he saw his chance, and he took it. After it all went down, he knew he'd have to lie low until the heat was off - he found an unwitting family and 'Jeff' just seemed to fit. They didn't know why he always carried that toy around, but nobody could ever get him to drop it.
