Cool mud, hot sun, just the thing

You finally manage to stop hic-cupping, but now you're exhausted, and your huge kangaroo feet are really sore from all that hopping.

"Don't give me any more of those cans, Scott!" you wheeze, flopping down to rub your foot. "My delecate roo tummy can't take fizzy stuff"

Then you see a small mud puddle, so you hop over and dip your big feet in the cool, soothing, mud.

"Ohh, that's sooo good! you say as you wiggle your toes and fall into a deep sleep in the warm sun, with your feet still lying in the mud...

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