Pig-pen

Having parted from his mother in the orchard after a patrol, Chaos made his way through the mud - splashing as much as possible, of course - to the muddiest mud puddliest mud puddle of all, with the squishiest, stickiest, muckiest mud he could find, and then gleefully through himself headlong in it to root around like a big striped toothy pig. He surfaced more mud than pup, shook off, and then flopped in again, wallowing around to make the mud pit even bigger and muddier, until he'd sank in to where only his eyes and nose were visible as he stretched out in the muck. And then - he waited, blissfully covered in cold sticky waterlogged dirt, happy as a hog in, well, mud, for someone fun to come along so he could frighten them...

"Speech"