why do i always have to dodge the sprinklers on saturday night? every time, for a split second, i consider embracing them instead; getting soaked instead of slightly spattered.
we were a group of ragtag kids that day - bored and going stir-crazy. it had been raining nearly everyday the last few weeks and the ground was so saturated, that the water was collecting into several large puddles, one area resembling a small, shallow pond. the ground was squishy no matter where you stepped and the mud was pleasantly forced through our toes. we went outside to investigate, see if there were any tadpoles brewing and generally survey the land that was our yard. indy was with us and he was just as eager as we were to get rambunctious; he had always been the most energetic of all the dogs we've had. within minutes, we forgot about the wild life. the mud had enticed us, lured us. there was no way we could have resisted. we rolled in it. we threw it. we ran through it, all around the house, our legs pumping hard to come unstuck. we chased indy and he chased us. and oh, how we laughed! the yard became a mess of muddy, broken grass and dirty water and our clothes were streaked with dark brown.
and then, when we could run no longer, we traipsed to the front door and shook ourselves off - only to find the door had been locked. a parent called out a window that the door would remain impassable until we were clean enough to enter. so, we did the only thing we could do; we caught our breath, rested our shaky limbs for a moment and got ready for a new fling in the mud.
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