Clyde walked on the sideway when he saw a sad Lana sitting alone, on the ground, like a dog. "Hey Lana, what's wrong?" Clyde asked as he walked to the girl.
"My house doesn't have any mud for me to play with today!" the mud lover whined.
Feeling sorry for the little child, Clyde soon got an idea. "Hey, you know, my house might have a bit of mud in the frontyard..."
And Lana perked up as, a couple seconds later, she now rolled in the mud at the McBride's frontyard, while Clyde watched nearby.
"Thanks, Clyde!" Lana exclaimed.
"No problem, Lana," Clyde replied.