The evening is winding down and the fireworks are just about to start. Pat is lounging just slightly off the bed staring out the window. I can see that there’s an excitement about him as he prepares for the show. I have seen them a million times, but through his eyes, it just sparks something in me.
It’s so strange, Kermit thinks to himself, that there’s a childish wonderment inside this hard muscular hunk of a man. There’s a kindness about him that could even make a man like Mr. Rogers jealous.
Kermit utters a whisper to himself under his breath, “Oh, Kermit, let this night never end.”
Bang! The first fireworks start going off. Pat starts relaxing and letting loose, a slight smile on his lips. More fireworks go off – Bang-Bang. Schwee – each firework is like one more of Kermit’s balloons of self control popping away or flying off in the distance.
Kermit touches Mahomes on the back slightly, and then starts giving a floppy shoulder massage. As well as any puppet muppet could do.
“But the finale, we will miss it”, Mahomes says with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.