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Peter grinned and nodded "Sounds like fun!" what little boy didn't like to play in the mud, even the academic sort like him.
Whence Pepper translated to Badru Justira lead the way out into the snow. she had wrapped her feet in cloth, not having any shoes. She'd already beaten a trail down to the river though and pointed out the sand on the bank then knelt on the ground and dug up a clump of clay and showed them both the difference between mud and clay. Simple enough, collect sand and clay .
then she pointed out to the field then signed "Dry grass, sand and clay, as much as we can bring inside"
Whence Pepper translated to Badru Justira lead the way out into the snow. she had wrapped her feet in cloth, not having any shoes. She'd already beaten a trail down to the river though and pointed out the sand on the bank then knelt on the ground and dug up a clump of clay and showed them both the difference between mud and clay. Simple enough, collect sand and clay .
then she pointed out to the field then signed "Dry grass, sand and clay, as much as we can bring inside"