Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox scrunched his nose up at her recommendation. The idea of letting it go and then chasing it did not at all sound alluring. It sounded like they would just be making extra work for themselves, and what was the point of that? It was its own stupid fault it had gotten stuck. Why shouldn't they take advantage of the situation and kill the thing where it was?

"That's stupid," Pox informed her bluntly, shaking his head, "We'd just catch it anyway. What's the point of letting it run around before we kill it. Let's just kill it now." Because of course they would catch it. There was no way it'd get away from them in this state. Even bothering to unstick it from the mud would be a waste of time.