With college almost over, since a job was
what all this learning was leading up to,
the English Department announced a
Career Day and brought in a publisher
from New York City. Having written
two novels already, I felt this was my
chance. There were about ten of us in
the wood paneled room, sun in the windows,
it was warm outside. What did I know?
I was reading Kerouac, I was ready to go.
What the woman from the publishing
metropolis offered was The Muppet Babies
cartoon. She was scouting for writers.
I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t even imagine it
at the time, the squeaky voices, pastels and
treacly jokes would have driven me mad.
But now I wonder how hard it would be to
twist my arm, to take me from my job and
put me in a little blue sailboat with a frog
and a pig and pay me to write the way out.
Annotated Frog and Pig:
Don't get me wrong, I like the Muppets.
I faithfully watched The Muppet Show
and I grew up with Sesame Street.
In fact, these two were my favorites: