Who Let the Frogs Out?
“Is this mud run going to be cool or what, Frank?” eight-year-old Joe Hardy asked his brother. “How often do I get to be dirty from head to toe?”
“Hmm,” nine-year-old Frank joked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Every day?”
Their friend Chet Morton chuckled, “Funny, Frank!”
“Yeah,” Joe said with a smirk. “Very funny.”
It was Monday morning and the first day of spring break. It was also the day before the first annual Mud Bud Run through the muddiest part of Bayport Park.
“Hi, guys,” a voice called. “Ready to get muddy?”
The boys turned to see Coach Lambert, a gym teacher at Bayport Elementary School, walking over. He had organized the mud run.
“I’m not sure I want to enter the run, Coach Lambert,” Chet admitted. “Unless maybe there’s a yummy prize at the end?”
“Yummy?” Coach Lambert asked.
“Like something good to eat!” said Chet with a smile.
“There is no prize, Chet, because it’s not a race,” Coach Lambert said, smiling too. “Just a chance to get muddy and have fun.”
The coach pointed to the sign-up table and said, “But you do get a free T-shirt if you sign up.”
“Okay, thanks, Coach,” Chet sighed.
“Don’t forget, guys,” Coach Lambert told the Hardys and Chet, “the Mud Run kicks off at eleven o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.”