Once upon a muddy-cruddy time there was an icky-sticky place covered in ewwy-gooy mud. It was called Mudville. They had mud that smelled like an old sock. They had mud that smacked and slurped when you tried to walk. They even had mud that you could eat. You’d have to be really hungry though, and even then it tasted like feet. It was so dirty that travelers would never get close. Nobody wanted to visit because it was so gross. Mud was everywhere and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t get clean. So they pretended, in the mud, to take pride. Being so dirty, no one was ever allowed to leave. It was so nasty, you would hardly believe.