We’ve been stuck inside for a long, long time, and tempers can flare
and maybe we don’t feel as sorry as we should
but then Mama calls us in for supper
and we run right in
or at least we try. (Yes, I actually had to get her unstuck. That mud is not fooling around!)
P.S. No sisters were harmed in the making of this photodrama. But they did get muddy. Really, really muddy.