March dribbles - 6

Tommy entered the yard. He swam against the current, small arms tugging hard at sky. He sank into the murky depths, short legs with labored strides. He rolled onto the beach borne by the tide. Then mother cried, “Tommy, what are you doing?”
“Playing in the wind.”
“Playing in mud.”

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