Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox didn't get stuck quite like the rabbit had, but it still took him far too long to struggle his way out of the mud puddle. Heat flushed his cheeks from both embarassment and anger--anger of course being inspired by his embarassment. Mud was splattered all across his body and his face, but he still managed to glare through it at his sister.

"Of course I'm okay," he spat, then literally spat as there was mud in his mouth that he didn't want there, "Why did you let it get away?" He narrowed his eyes accusingly at Sugar. Some part of him knew it was his fault, that he'd acted stupid and that was why he'd lost out on his prize. He didn't like it being his fault, though, so he tried to make it hers.