The mud was sad. It was a gloppy, sloppy thing that just squelched around. People mostly avoided the mud.

That means that the mud was alone and this was why the mud was sad. No one really cared about the mud because no one wanted to get their shoes dirty.

The mud felt like if people gave it a chance they would realize that it was just trying to find people to stick by. Maybe even stick on. It didn’t mean to make things dirty, it just wanted to be with someone.

So the sad and alone mud glooped in its little spot all soggily, not really able to do much.

It had been such a short existence to this point. The rains had come thundering down, mixing water with dirt and thus the mud was born. Immediately the mud wanted to be friends with everyone.

However, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, the mud wasn’t exactly the most popular thing on the block. In fact, the grass patch that was there originally was gone now. Because the mud had taken over this spot for the time being, people seemed disappointed that they could no longer walk in this area.

So the mud hummed and hah’d, slowly getting a bit bigger as the rains came on and off over the days. The mud was still sad and lonely but it was getting bigger which meant the mud had more feelings.

The mud tried calling out to the birds that flew by.

“Come over here!”

The birds would laugh at each other and keep flying, looking for a nice tree to be in.

A cat would stare at the mud from its perch on a wooden fence.

“Come sit with me.”

The cat would smirk and stretch and say: “Oh absolutely not.”

Now, as I’m sure most people know, mud cannot move by itself. This made the mud even sadder and thicker and harder to walk through.

The grumpy, sad, alone, gloopy, squelchy mud finally had enough and decided that since no body was going to be with it, it was going to stop being alone and be bitter.

The bitter mud, a day later, with the rains coming down as a gentle mist rather than a downpour, thought it heard the sound of a dog and a kid.

The dog, a golden retriever, and the kid, small and with boots on, came running down the hill. Two adults followed.

The adults saw the mud and called out:

“Don’t go in the mud!”

This made the bitter mud feel sad again. The kid would listen to her parents and avoid the mud.

To the mud’s joy, the kid ignored her parents and plunged straight into the mud. The dog followed.

The mud was happy now, for it finally had made some friends.