Children like to play in mud. It is (or was, for us ‘oldies’), a relatively rare treat to be able to play in the mud. It is slippery, fun, sticky, squishable, slimy, and well, just fun to mess around with wet dirt.
(A Children’s Story for Grown-Ups) Editor’s note: The Pendulum has already swung back to defend Enid Blyton's Noddy books from charges of racism and of excessive insensitivity to such human afflictions as having large ears. See the Independent...