Once upon a time, there was a stick in the mud, and he was up for anything!
He was interested in singing, and storytelling, and pin the hat on the stick, and picnics, and enjoying the rain, and holding his breath, and deep conversations, and star-gazing, and I Spy and pretty much anything else that could be done from amongst the mud. Which was a lot of things! An endless variety of activities!
“Life is meant to be lived!” he’d often shout to the surrounding trees and rocks and grass and mud.
But no one else ever wanted to do a damn thing.