Rhys leapt from puddle to puddle with blissful abandon. She liked this season much better than Winter! It was way more fun and a lot less cold. Snow was overrated. Mud was messier, stickier, slimier and all around way more fun! Did she mention slimy? It was super slimy! If she ran at a shallow puddle and then stiffened her legs like she was going ice skating she could slide across the mucky surface. She never got very far before the slickness got away from her and she ended up falling, but it was still so much fun!
She spied a big muddy patch where it looked like a bison or two had wallowed and made a beeline for it. The mud coating that clung to her belly and legs and splattered her from tip to toe was surprisingly heavy, but what was a little more? Maybe she could even get good and coated with it, and blend into the mucky mess. With a little patience she could wait for someone to walk by and jump out and scare them! Wouldn't that be fun?
