Then they pushed the guy in front of me face first into the mud.

Then he fell, face down, into the mud at their feet.

He put his hand out into the mud and found something hard to push against.

By Saturday much of the entire field had turned into mud.

Blood turned the dust on his face into black mud.

He had better not run us into the bloody mud!

It had been a simple thing to press his face into the mud while the others were sleeping.

And he stepped into the mud, calling her after him.

It had gone right down into the mud and stuck there.

He wanted to know what lived "in deep water where the sand changes into mud."