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Race & Kermit's First Day Selling

            Racetrack was quite pleased with his student……….Kermit was smaller then him.  Race thought to himself about how easy this was going to be, I mean the only thing this could mean was more money to bet with.

            "So what's your name boy?" said Race.

            "My name is Kermit, thank you for asking," said Kermit.

            "Ha that's not your name for long.  How bout (*momentary pause*) Mitt," suggested Race.

            "Hmmmmmmmm, I like it, has a nice ring to it."

            "What can I say I'm a fucking genius."

             Race and Kermit made their way to the races winding along the many streets and alleyways in Manhatten.  Kermit became upset as more and more streetfolk stopped to stare at the new city-dweller.

            "It ain't easy being green," remarked Kermit.

            "Yea well it ain't easy not having dinner either.  So pick up the pace or else we're not going to get to the races before suppertime.

            When they arrived at the races Racetrack was greeted by all his friends and fellow collegues.  Kermit was sort of brushed aside until Race's current crush wandered over and saw the curious green creature.

            "Who is this new cutie," giggled Genevieve.  Racetrack jumped at the chance to talk to her.

            "This is Kermit, he's me new selling buddy," said Racetrack with a wink

            "Isn't he just precious," said Genevieve.

            "Why thank you," said Race jokingly.

            "Oh, you're very welcome," she said dryly as she briskly walked back to her usual gaggle(*haha I like that word*) of girlfriends.  As she reached them you heard her gushing to her friends about the gorgeous new newsie with the amazing olive color skin.

            "Next time Kermit would you mind not seducing pretty girls I like," said Race.

            "Sure no problem," said Kermit.

            Racetrack and Kermit spent the next two hours working hard at selling papers to the "beautiful people" watching horse races.  Racetrack was frequently asked how much he wanted for the alien child.  Race declined although that's not to say the thought didn't cross his mind.  Kermit was very popular with buyers he was always very polite and made conversation with his customers until the person would give him a small tip, or when Race gave him the evil eye.  By the time Race started placing his bets he was 40 cents richer then usual.  He placed his bets and then went into a small backroom where him and his friends play a quick mid-day game of poker.

            "Kermit, you want in?" said Racetrack.

            "Yes, as a matter of fact I'm quite a seasoned poker player.  I have played a few games at some invitational competitions.  Not to brag or anything," said Kermit as he breathed on the tops of his fingers and rubbed them against his shoulder.

            "Really?  Great!  I'll go out and sell some more papes and you take care of my money,." And Racetrack was out the door was the door in a flash.  Three hours later he arrived to find the table in high spirits.  Every player had an large amount of money……………except for Kermit.

            "WHAT THE FUCK!" Race yelled.

            "Your friends are certainly good at this game.  They left us with slim pickings," said Kermit still seemingly jolly.

            "SLIM PICKINGS!  You lost everything!  I thought you were good at this game!"

            "Well you see there was a little confusion.  I thought you said "Padder" which is a lily pad jumping game."

            "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!  One, two, three, four, five, six….."

            "What are you doing?"

            "David told me it would help me calm down.  BUT ITS NOT HELPING!!."  Racetrack grabbed poor Kermi's arm and dragged him back to the lodging house. 

            "We will talk tomorrow!" said Race to angry for words.