grover sat alone on the shelf, placid red smile stiched across his goofy blue face. his fabric eyed gaze never shifted.
he couldn’t see it coming.
when the knife pulled free from the back of his head, his polyester brains spilled to the floor. only a sad smile remained. had grover only been able to see his attacker, things may have been different.
grover the muppet — barely alive.
we can rebuild him. we have the technology.
