As a child, my brother-in-law Jim never met a mud puddle he didn’t like. After a rain, he made a point to weave through the yard and splash through all the mud puddles.
One rainy day, Jim’s mom told him he had to stay on the porch. Confined and frustrated, he watched those mud puddles form into great big temptations, but he stayed in bounds obediently.
When the rain ended and he was at the peak of his frustration, the neighbor Mrs. Hall came out of her house and started walking toward Jim’s house. Jim liked her a lot. He knew she was cool, and there was a whole yard full of virgin mud puddles between him and her. Jim couldn’t get to those puddles, but there they were. Desperate, he yelled, “Walk through those mud puddles, Mrs. Hall!”
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