Under a Tree on the Grounds, Thursday Afternoon

[ladycfitzgerald]

Should anyone chance to walk by this particular tree on the school grounds, they might see Anne standing there, a knobby branch clutched tightly in both hands and a slightly manic look in her eyes.

Anyone who chanced to listen a little more closely might begin to understand why.

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[robinthefrog]

I am the fountain of affection, I'm the instrument of joy,
To keep the good times rollin, I'm the boy, I'm the boy.

Robin had his own little personal soundtrack, and he was loving it. He hoped he remembered all these songs when it stopped.

He paused however, and even his accompanying song seemed to quiet down when he spotted Anne. "Are you okay?"

[ladycfitzgerald]

"Well in body," Anne said pitifully, "although considerably rumpled in spirit. I don't know where this music is coming from, but it's dreadfully impertinent."

[robinthefrog]

Robin listened to the song in puzzlement. "Wait, is the donkey telling people to keep away from the girl cause he wants to marry her?"

[ladycfitzgerald]

Anne whimpered and buried her face in her hands, and so perturbed was she that it had thus far utterly escaped her notice that she was talking to a Muppet frog.

"I'm trying very hard not to think about the particulars," she blurted out.