"Tasy, did you dig this big hole? Wow, what's in here?"
By now, the clouds had hidden the last of the sun. None of this mattered to the archaeology student. Dee felt the rain brush her face as she skidded on the mud in front of her 'Pug,' what Dee called her Peugeot 309. She had to make a fast decision: Dirty clothes? Dirty mobile keypad? She wiped the mud from her hands on her sweatshirt. Idly she thought; what could be better than Heritage mud to stain my BU sweatshirt?