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Glirdingo had got a good night's rest and moved at a fairly fast pace the next day. It was another hot day and it was around noon when he noticed that the mountains were quite near. "Hmmm....going to have fun trying to get over those..." he thought to himself.
He stopped quickly for a bite to eat and a quick swig from his flask before setting off. He hadn't gone far before he noticed that he had entered a swamp. "Well, isn't this lovely..." he thought to himself sourly. He attempeted to walk further in and he made it a fair ways out before he noticed that he was slowly sinking into the mud. "This is wonderful!! Just what I need!! A mud bath! HA! A mud bath! I just made a funny!!" he thought, giggling silently.
"Wait! Not the time. Okay. What to do, what to do..." he looked quickly around to see if there was any trees that he could attempt to swing his rope onto and grab, but there were none. Then he looked around for sturdy bushes, but there were none either. "Only pieces of grass..." he thought miserably. "And I still have about another mile to go!! Ugh!!"
Then it hit him. It might have been because at that moment a bird decided to drop a worm on his head or because he just wanted to get out of there, but who knows? "Why don't I try and swim? And there's bound to be logs and what not protruding here and there that I could rest on! Yes! I'll swim through the mud!!" he cried. And with that he set off for the other end of the swamp, swimming here, resting there. Eventually, he got to the other end of swamp and clambered out, covered in mud.
"Well, that was interesting," he thought grumpily as he removed his canteen from his sack. He drank some then dumped the rest on himself, attempting to clear away the mud from his face, hands and hair. He took out his spare change of clothes and quickly changed. "I'll clean these and refill my canteen at the next stream I come across. For now, on I go." And with that, he set off towards the mountains which loomed nearer and nearer with every step.
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