The day was simply beautiful. The sun was shinning, the birds was chirping away, children were screaming with happiness and joy with their parents. Yes, it was really the most beautiful day sense.....
Well, sense he was last here.
Kermit sighed as he rode on his bicycle towards his swamp. As he peddle onto the dirt path, the little frog could shake off the lonely feeling that was growing in the beginning of the morning. Memories of his father flowed into his mind as Kermit rode into the docks. He hopped off the yellow bicycle, lean it against a tree and walked along the shore of the land. His webbed feet silently padded against the dirty ground, his head hung low in sadness.
It wasn't long before he found a log. He walked up to it and sat down it. Then, he got out his banjo that was strapped on his back and started to play a song. At first, the tune goes off well, but then the notes got jumble up. Kermit tried to get the song going, but it just keeps getting out of hand. Soon, Kermit gave out a frustrated sigh and laid his intrustiment on the ground. The frog then put his head onto his hands and closed his eyes. The feeling of sadness was now huge inside him. It was almost to the point were he was about to cry.
Kermit's head whipped up and turned around to the source of the sound. Behind him was the famous Mickey Mouse, one leg was raised above a broken branch. It explain the sound. Mickey had a sheepish look on his white face. He raised his gloved hand and waved to the green frog. "Hee hee, hi." He said. Normally, Kermit would reply back happy and with kindness. But today, all he said was, "Hi...umm...would you please...." "I know, ya want me to leave." Said the famous mouse as he stuffed his hands inside of his pockets and walked over to him.
Mickey stood by the log, looking down at his friend. Finally, after a minuet, he asked, "Do you want to talk about him?" Kermit made no reply, but then he shook his head yes. Mickey sat down beside him. The sounds of the swamp was comforting. The flow of the water, the hum of the bees, and the swishing of the trees above them. "Today is his birthday." said Kermit. "I know." "And the whole gang made a party for him." "So I've heard." Said Mickey, taking his hands out of his pockets. "I tried to join in the fun, I tried to be happy. I really did. But...but.." The mouse looked at his frog friend with a questionably look. "But what?" Tears threaten to come out of Kermits eyes, so he put his head in his hands and softly cried.
"But it isn't the same with out Jim."
He finally reviled his true reason for being here. "He would come to our parties that we have planed out for him, no matter if it ended with a bang or fire. And then after words, we would all come to this swamp and we would play 'Happy Birthday' to him. Ever sense he died, I have been coming here in hopes that I will hear his voice one last time. I....I...I miss him."
Mickey didn't say anything, but lifted his white, gloved hand and patted the frogs green back in comfort. The tears slowly started to trickle out of his fingers and fall onto the leafy, ground. "I miss his laughter, I miss his kindness, I miss his love to give joy and happiness to everyone in the world." Silents then fall onto them. "How do you do it?" He asked Mickey, lifting his head up to him, eyes glistened with tears. "How can you go on living on with out your creator? What is your secret?" Mickey looked a bit shocked by these questions, then looked to the ground. He thought for the right words he could say to the grief stricken frog for almost a full three minuets. Then at last, he said,
"I really didn't go on."
"Huh?" Kermit asked. "I have never let go of my creator. Like you, I still miss him. And I wish that he has never died. But," He looked at Kermit with a smile. "I also remember how had he changed the world with his films, words, parks, ideas. After a few years, I kept thinking 'How can I go on as a immortal with out the one who gave me life?' I then remember that he would never let me to be let down by his death. He would have me live on, giving children a laugh, to make the adults smile, and to give everyone happiness. He would have me go on in his name."
"And....maybe Jim would want you do the same as well. As well as the others. They need you to keep on going for him."
Kermit sniffed, and wiped away his tears. ".....Thank you." They smiled at each other. "Would you like to help me sing 'Happy Birthday'?" "Sure!"
Kermit happily picked up his banjo, strummed the strings a bit, and then he started to sing. Mickey joined in.
And they sanged a song after song for a full three hours.