How Mud Got Its Cheers — Behind the back fence, Nell tiptoed from straw to clover, hunting for the quietest spot on the farm. Read the full story →
Behind the back fence, Nell tiptoed from straw to clover, hunting for the quietest spot on the farm. The hens clucked, the gate creaked, and the wind rubbed the trees with a shhh-shhh sound. Then a puddle whispered from the hollow, “Psst. Step here.”
Nell blinked. Puddles did not talk, not usually, and this one smelled like rain and soft dirt. She set one hoof in. Plop. The puddle giggled. She set another. Splish! The whole hollow laughed under her belly, and Nell laughed too, because the secret quiet place had been waiting for her noise.
So ever since, farm mud cheers when pigs run through it: splish, splash, hooray. Next time you see Nell’s flying drops, can you spot where the puddle first said, “Psst. Step here”?