on with all that racket. He climbs up
further until he's surrounded by tall stalks everywhere. There are
thousands of them all next to each other and when a wind comes, they
get blown all around. Do you know where he is?
He's in the hair!

Tug sees something coming towards the hair and hops on when it gets
there. Now there are five things he's never seen before next to him.
Four of them are longer, and one of them is shorter. Each of them
has a hard plate on the tip of it. Sometimes they point, sometimes
they wiggle, and sometimes they get together and snap! Do you know
where Tug is?
He's on the hand!

Gosh, there's way too much excitement on the hand, so Tug hops off
when the hand starts scratching another part of the body. Now he's
looking into two tunnels and air is coming in and out of each of
them. Tug notices that he's close to the mouth again. It looks like
there are some short hairs inside, but he doesn't want to get any
closer. Do you know where he is now?

He's in the nose!

All of a sudden there is a SNEEZE! Tug is thrown in the air until he
falls into a bowl shaped hole. He crawls to the top, but there's
nothing close by. It's like he's in the middle of nowhere, or maybe
it's the middle of the human body? Do you know where he is?

He's in the belly button!

Wow, you really know the human body! Tug would be lost without you,
but he has had it with this vacation. The human body is not for him,
so he grabs his bag and hops off.

Thanks for helping!

XV

MUDDY FEET

When I woke, my feet were clean,
Spotless with a sparkling sheen.

First things first, I put on socks,
Then my shoes to walk on rocks.

Shoes are great for tricky jumps
Over puddles, logs, or stumps.

Once I laid them on the floor,
Off I went, out the door.

Just before I reached the grass,
Down came raindrops falling fast.

They weren't cold, I didn't mind.
Warm rain is my favorite kind.

Hitting dirt, it mished and moshed.
Pretty soon it splished and sploshed.

The ground was wet and getting wetter.
Dirt is nice, but mud is better.

'Cause nothing ever will compete
With hopping round on muddy feet.

I like grass between my toes
Even though it stains my clothes.

I like sand from on the beach.
It gets in places hard to reach.

With leaves, I like them by the pile.
Never fails to make me smile.

But nothing's even half as sweet
As hopping round with muddy feet.

So that is why my shoes came off
And t