uld not see Mun Bun at all.

"Where is he?" asked the little chap's mother. "Where did you leave him,
Margy?"

"There he is--right over there!" answered the little girl. She pointed
to something that, at first, did not look at all like Mun Bun. But as
Mr. Bunker took a second glance he saw that it was his little boy, and
Mun Bun was, indeed, "stuck in a mud pie."

"Why he's in a regular bog-hole!" cried Mr. Bunker. "He must have waded
out into the water for something or other, and he got stuck in the mud."

"And he has sunk down!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Get him out right away,
Daddy! He may be smothered in the mud!"

"I'll get him!" cried Mun Bun's father.

Mr. Bunker took off his shoes and socks and, rolling up his trousers so
they would not get muddy, waded out to where his little boy was. Truly
Mun Bun was stuck in the middle of a big mud pie--at least that was what
Margy called it. It was, however, the muddy bottom of the pond itself,
which, at one end, was a regular bog, being fenced off so no cattle or
horses could get in.

But Mun Bun had climbed in under the fence, and at once he found himself
in soft mud. He had begun to sink down; so he called for help, and Margy
ran to tell her mother.

"My, but you are a sight, Mun Bun!" cried his father, as he came to the
side of the little boy and began pulling him out. And Mun Bun was stuck
so fast in the mud that Mr. Bunker had to pull quite hard to loosen him.
And when Mun Bun came up, his legs and feet making a funny, sucking
sound as they were pulled out, he was covered with mud and water from
his toes to his waist. Mud was splashed up on his face, too, and his
hands--well, they didn't look like hands at all! They were just "gobs of
mud," Margy said.

"How did it happen? What made you go in the mud?" asked the little boy's
mother, as Daddy Bunker waded to shore with Mun Bun.

"Well, I made some mud pies in the sand," Mun Bun explained, "and then I
thought maybe if I could find a mud turkle he'd eat the pies. So I
crawled under the fence and went in the deep mud to look for a mud
turkle."

Mun Bun meant a "turtle," of course.

"But I didn't find any," he went on, "and I went down deeper and deeper,
and then I hollered like anything."

"And I heard him," said Margy. "I was going to wade in and get him, but
my feet went down deep in the mud, so I ran for you."

"It's a good thing you did," said her mother. "You mustn't come here
again. You might get stuck