all dressed up with nowhere to go
12-12-2015, 10:28 PM
”HYAAAAAAH!” a shriek tore through the air, sending birds up into the sky and bugs back in their holes. Over near the edge of the Traveler’s Lake, a small creature went skidding on its stomach through the mud. The scream was followed by shrill laughter that slowed with his momentum until finally he came to a stop in the mud giggling softly, a deep trail left behind him. His stomach was plastered with mud, his toes dug in deep. He grinned, broadly and messily. Mud always felt great. He flopped over on his side, and lay there for a moment, enjoying the squishy softness of the ground.
When he had found this place, he had thought that it was just barren, cracked ground. But when he stepped into the dipping, low ground, he found that it was mud, covered in a thin layer of hardened earth. He couldn’t quickly think of an explanation, but didn’t really care to. He was excited that seemingly hard ground was in fact a rather nice mud. His next thought had been to back up some and go charging at it. Then he flopped onto the ground and slid. It was fun. He would probably do it again, after he got his fill of enjoying lying in the mud where he’d landed.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.