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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 128 -13- In Just-spring it's raining and gray. With all my love to e. e. curamings, the world is "mud-lucious" and "puddle-wonderful." The air smells of dripping pine trees, woodsraoke and liquid earth. I do love the smell of mud. I'd like to run barefoot through the mudpuddles, and roll in them like a hippopotamus, and breathe them, and even eat them! Wouldn't the boys love that? Today would be remembered for all time as The Day Mom Went Berserk And Ate The Whole Front Yard. The boys dance like water sprites, open-mouthed, fingers spread wide to catch the drops. They sail stick boats down the raingutters at floodtide, hair sopped and eyelashes dripping |