They both were already into the second cup of the black mud.

And better still to get the rest of the mud off my body.

I looked through and saw a lot of black mud.

What might be called the politics of mud are now in play, too.

Was there a lot of mud on the river bed?

By then there was four feet of water and mud inside the house.

"Just a little bit more and we'll both be out of the mud."

Though the clothes were made of the same mud as the body.

Instead, the rock broke free of the mud and came away in her hand.

They're at the edge of the mud, not yet in the water, but they doesn't turn back.