Kermit lazily left the crate, crouching on all forms as he looked around his new habitat.  Moving out into it, it licked the air, savoring the warm, damp air.  It could also pick up something else, something a bit more faint.  It was female arrousal, and Kermit could taste it as clear as day.  Moving his way through the habitat, he was making his way towards th e side of the cage, to where it was the entrance hatch, where the smell was the strongest.  Already its cock was turgid, twitching lightly in anticipation.  It was deliberating how to get past the fence and to the females, its instincts to breed taking over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>