A Puddle of Mud's More Trouble than It's Worth
He was a muddy fox, for sure. now it was time to head home. he looked around, trying to remember exactly what way he had come. in his ecstasy, he had forgotten to pay mind to landmarks.
Catch Me If You Can
He followed the brick wall to the back side of the building, then cut through a muddy flower bed to get into the botanical gardens.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty
His paws started sliding on the muddy bottom, and he struggled to keep from going under. "this is poisonous!" "yes." nyramyn paddled around, her head high. "which is why you'd be wise to keep your head out it for now." "get...get back here!"
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 13
He dropped down and skidded along the muddy ground on his knees, coming to a stop by her side.
The Sitter chapter 2
Simon called as he burst in through the door, a second, equally muddy human following close behind, kicking off his muddy shoes as he grinned widely up at arren, who smiled back. "sup, little man," he chuckled, "have a good day?" "awesome!
The Corporate: Part 1 of 8
How could anyone bear to smile at the bitter chill of the icy winds or the slop of the muddy slush? this disturbed harold greatly. and he would get angry. he hated it. it wasn't fair that everyone but him could be happy.
Arturo and Biro go to Camp - Chapter Three
Called biro timothy kept turning his pedals, but his bike struggled to grip the muddy path. "uh-oh!" he squeaked anxiously "i really want to throw away that raccoon's little wheels" sighed biro, to himself.
Out There by Wyldsyde
What they actually walked on was one wall of the craft, as it was pretty much laying on its side, a third of the lothia submerged in the muddy ground and swamp.
Revaremek The Resplendent: Chapter Four
“it’s muddy!” mirelle placed a hand on the uneven railing, leaning over. “a little mud never hurt anyone.” “i’m not playing this game with you, rev.”
Divine: Chapter 3
The sides were a muddy mess that gave way under his feet while he dragged the limp body of what he could only assume to be one of the gods that were depicted in the windows of the church in the city.
Miklagard (Teaser)
Seven months along muddy trails, across rough-shod routes, down sheer gullies and through dense thickets. even the sleek paved roads that crossed the imperial themata like scars proved no welcome rest for my weary paws.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter IV
Its tabard, black with hints of red, was too muddied to identify. "tomasj, for the gods' sakes, stop looting the dead." timid was too tired, ears flopped and tail dragging in the muddy water, to muster much anger or vitriol.