“Hi, Kermit,” Evan called, tossing his backpack down and stepping up to the table. Kermit didn’t glance up. He was busy stirring ingredients in a large mixing bowl, using a large wooden spoon. Evan peered into the bowl. It looked like pie dough in there. It was thick and gooey and yellowish. Kermit hummed to himself as he stirred. Andy was wearing a sleeveless, hot pink T-shirt over bright yellow shorts and matching yellow sneakers. She stepped up beside Evan and peeked into the bowl. “Making a pie?” she asked. Kermit ignored her, too. He kept stirring and humming, stirring and humming. Finally he stopped and glanced up at Evan. “I told my mom you lost my Frisbee,” he said, sneering. “She says you have to get me a new one.” “Huh? Me?” Evan cried. Andy walked around to Kermit’s side of the table. She lowered her head to the bowl. “Smells lemony,” she said. “What is it, Kermit? Is it some kind of dough?” “It was your fault my Frisbee got lost,” Kermit told Evan, ignoring Andy’s questions.
