
Poor thing. I couldn't quite fathom what was going on, still being very sleepy-eyed. I think it must have come in through the garage or something and during the night hopped up the stairs into the kitchen.
Mouser's bowl of water was all muddy, Kermit must have used it as a bed or something.
I had to shoo it out of the house. It abligingly hopped as fast as its tiny frog legs could carry it to the nearest moist grass.
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