Mis' Holcomb's got to freeze a freezer o' her lemon ice—she gets it smooth as a mud pie.
For instance, the great art of mud pie taught us the porous nature of clay, the expansive power of steam, etc. etc.
"He is stuck in a mud pie, so Margy says," answered Mrs. Bunker.
But as Mr. Bunker took a second glance he saw that it was his little boy, and Mun Bun was, indeed, "stuck in a mud pie."
Our boy, as soon as he can toddle out-of-doors, starts instinctively to make a mud pie.
She could not imagine how Mun Bun could be stuck in a "mud pie," and yet that was what Margy had said.
I never said a word, but just toddled after down street, holdin' that mud pie as if it was Thanksgivin' mince.
"He's in a mud pie and he can't get out," explained the little girl.
The bishop, Bishop Bradford is his name, never loses a chance to make a mud pie.
Well, you must go somewhere else for your mud pie; we don't keep them here.