Once upon a time...

....two young brothers went on an adventure into the great unknown:  a large muddy field.  There was plenty to fear, most of all, fear itself.  And mirages of coyotes.  They were pleased to find a swollen brown creek running through the middle of the field.  What an adventure this will be!  Fraught with danger.  Sure enough, as they slipped and slid down the banks of the creek, suddenly their boots sank deep into the mud.  They started to sink.  And panic (just a little, of course).  The older brother pulled himself out of his boots and stood on the other side of the creek in just his socks.  He gave his sunken boots a good yank, and with a slurp they popped out of the mud.  He looked over at his younger brother as he appeared to be slowly sucked down farther into the creek.  He looked back at the house, a quarter of a mile away through the thick brown field.  His mother was there, and surely would know what to do.  Back to his brother, who was now clearly in distress.  He knew it was now or never.  He gave his little bro a strong bear hug and pulled and pulled until at last, he was free from the prisonous boots.  They left the lonely cowboy boots to soak until spring in the banks of the muddy creek.  One son covered in filth to his belly button.  The other son shoeless and mud to his eyeballs.  Finally they made it to the front door of their home.  The knocker banged out ominously. Their mother came running and when she reached the door, she was met with the most comical pair of adventurers.  It surely made her day.  And one of her top favorite scenes of all time.