Mud down my throat

*Splash splash* my face was diving into the mud every time I tried to stand up. The path was narrow and the sides were slippery. My hand was digging into the ground and my feet were floating around in the watery mud. It wasn’t deep enough to stand up so I had to crawl and grip with my hands on the bottom of the mud. I was gripping and gripping so I could pull myself around and then my hand slipped out of the mud and my face went heading towards the brown stuff in front of me and then *gulp*. I had swallowed some mud and it wasn’t watery mud this time it was mud my mouth felt dry and full of thick gooey brown stuff. I thought to myself once I get to the end i will never be coming back in here again.