There had always seemed to be a rain storm when there was a new murder, he had gotten used to that over the years, it made examining the scene a bitch, but something here wasn't right; the blood wasn't washing off. Kermit looked down and placed his hands under the tap once again, the blood upon his green skin reminiscent of a macabre array christmas colours. All he needed now was some lights and tinsel. He chuckled to himself, was this insanity? Everything started to dissolve around him, the walls became glitter, vertigo hit. Did murdering someone really have this much off an effect on your mind? No, something was doing this, but what, who else knew?! The city was on to him. He never thought Miss Piggy would be so widely missed, she was no Beaker or Gonzo. He would have to admit it all to the police, his status as a Muppet would be disgraced forever. Jim Henson rolled in his grave.

THE END

By Maffew and Alex on 29/09/09.

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