Favorite Found Face

Splash! Mud exploded from the puddle as I jumped in. I chuckled and searched for another. Splash! Another puddle disturbed. Quickly I rose and slid through some mud. I laughed with excitement and admired my messy clothes. I was caked in mud and soaked to the bone. I glanced at the clock in one of the classes surrounding the muddy courtyard to check the time. It was already 9! Quickly I dug myself a hole to sit in and covered myself with mud but left my face afloat so that I could breathe. A minute went by then suddenly the bells screeched that it was time to release the children. They were so loud and gross. Some even stepped on my face! But I dared not to move. I couldn't let them see me. So I waited for the little creatures to get to get to there next holding cell. When they were gone I slowly rose to see if they were gone. When I was sure I finally got up and went back to doing what I liked best! Sliding in the mud and collecting it! I did it every day! I use to to do it with my family but they were no longer with me. The "teachers" of this school aren't really teachers. They're really troll hunters. They built the school here because this is where my family lived. The school was just a cover up, they really just wanted to be rid of my family, the Mud Trolls. I don't know why though, we never did anything. I mean sure we eat everyone's dirt and some children if we get hungry for desert, but that's it! But despite that the hunters killed all of my family. I was the only one left, Little Mudford. Ever since they got my mother I've had to defend myself on my own. But luckily trolls are known to have secret abilities to defend themselves or to hunt prey. I can camouflage myself.  I guess that's why I've lived this long. My special talent has helped survive long enough to complete the job my mother gave me. When the hunters came my family was angered so we created a plan to collect as much mud as we could, and then dump it on the head hunter. Yes, it would make him all dirty and squished. Humans hate to be squished and dirty! So I've been here for many years trying to collect all this mud. And today was the day I will hatch my evil plot on him! So sneakily I crept into the C building. The building they kept there troll catapults. C for catapults? Anyway, got to the headhunters office where he made his evil schemes to get me. His used flash shooters and strange boxes that had infinite knowledge. His evil sorcery had no end. With one great swing of my hand I smashed the door down and rushed inside. The hunter was already ready ready for me with his flash shooter. I rose up to my full height of two hunters and regurgitated the mud from my stomach that I had held in so long for him. The hunter fell, squished and muddy. I felt my families praise despite there absence. I stared at the hunter for a few moments and then left the evil room. I went back to doing what I loved most. Playing in the mud.