Drake was in the crud looking for someone to hit with a mud pie. There was a girl who didn’t know Drake’s plan to let a pie fly. She asked them for help. She said, “I came out to play but I got stuck.” Drake pretended as if he’d help but she was an easy target. He was surprised at his good luck. “Bombs away,” he shouted as he fired the mud like a canon ball. It soared through the air, a beautiful shot. He held his breath as he watched it fall. He launched the other, his aim was perfect. The mud landed on the girl with a plop. She cried and screamed for her mother. Now that she was covered in slop. Drake and his brothers laughed like wild hiegnas as the girl ran away. Drake beamed with pride, and so they talked and laughed about it for the rest of the day.