“Tatu, Tatu!” I cried. “Mind, you don’t walk there! You’ll get stuck in the mud.” She did not listen to me and stepped in the mud. Since the ground was very slippery, she fell down. She tried to stand up but as she attempted to get to her feet, she fell over again. I stood laughing without extending my hand to help her. Finally, when she succeeded getting away from the mud, she was plastered from head to foot with it. She walked bawling. After taking a few steps on the dry ground, she halted crying louder because there was a patch of wet ground as the ground had been sprayed with water.
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