B is for Brackish and Bend

Joey pulled his boots up by the straps as he took one slow step at a time.  Mired down in the brackish water, his feet sank deeper with each step as he trudged forward seeking solid ground.  He had slid down the embankment running from an invasion of ants.  His wife, Margie, stood on the grassy knoll laughing so hard she slipped and fell on her duff.

"Hah, you think this is funny?"

Margie couldn't stop laughing.  Her rump hurt, but her ribs ached even more.  "If you could see yourself right now, you would be laughing too."  She pointed at his pants as he bent over, exposing a rip the size of the grand canyon.

"Okay, so I'm stuck for good now."  His boots sank so deep, he could no longer pull them from the suction created by the muck.  "Awe, heck," he said as he slid his feet from his boots.  He took one flying leap for the bend in the embankment and landed right next to his sweet wife, who could no longer breathe as she laid there in hysterics.

They embraced and laughed happily ever after.

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I'm tired of writing sad flash fiction, so I decided to lighten things up this time.