Muddy Mama

It was only a matter of time before I got involved with the mud scene around my house. Today was the day. "Mama," my son said. "Can you help me move the tadpole tank to a different place in the woods?" "Why?" I asked. "I'd just like it closer to our fence so I don't have to cross the creek." I agreed to move the tank. But I knew it was going to be a ridiculous job when I got a look at the muddy mess that was in the woods. At first I thought I could just lift the tank, water and all, and relocate it. But I guess even this wonder woman can't lift a full ten gallon glass tank. So I emptied half of the water. My son put the tadpoles and the frog into a five gallon bucket. I lifted that muddy tank and attempted to cross the creek. Big mistake. That thing was still pretty heavy, and as I tried to cross, my feet sank into the mud. When I tripped on a rock in the creek, it was all over. That tank hit the ground and splintered. Water gushed out. I was covered in mud. My tennis shoes were soaked. And I was supposed to teach violin lessons in ten minutes. I hauled myself and the tank out of the creek. I dumped out the rest of the water and hauled the busted tank to the garbage bin. Just then my student arrived. She looked at me kind of funny. "One minute," I said. "Let me go change!" I looked in the mirror and laughed. I looked like a real swamp thing. I'm surprised my student stuck around for lessons!