HELP! I’m going to die! I’d better not fall  in that mud but too late. I failed.

I was sinking into the mud. It felt like snail slime. It tasted like goorgly goo. Yuck.

My mum cries and laughs at the same time. Then dad comes outside and sees me. He gets a rope and pulls me out. I have dinner and a shower.


By Eugenie