My Mud Monster

Every time I tell this story I get judged because I'm a grown man. But I promised you I'd tell it one last time, so please don't judge me. I was 6 years old in Ms. Todd's class and we were making mud pies on the playground. You know the type you made when you were little by mixing dirt, water, rocks, sticks, and leaves on a paper plate? Yeah, those. I had just finished showing my masterpiece to my crush, Lizzy, when Ms. Todd blew the deafening whistle to signal recess was over. Now for the record, I wouldn't say I was a "bad kid", I just didn't like to do what I was told sometimes. So while Lizzy and my other classmates dumped out their mud pies and ran into the school, I chose to hide inside the tube slide with my muddy creation. I waited quietly in my hiding spot until I couldn't hear footsteps anymore. All of a sudden I heard a deep voice say "Hey Adam, are we going to hide in here all day? I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic!". I looked down at the paper plate I was holding and where used to be a mound of mud with random sticks and leaves pointing out if it, was now a face. It had two rocks for eyes, a leaf for a nose, and layered sticks forming a mouth. This "mud" was talking to me, and I was frozen in fear. Before I could formulate a plan on what to do, the monster puffed out it's cheeks and spat a huge wad of dirt into my face. I screamed as I slid down the slide, threw the plate on the ground, and ran into the school. I cried to Ms. Todd, my friends, and my parents, but they all said it was my imagination. Now before you say it was all in my head, how would 6 year old me know what the word claustrophobic means? I had to look it up in my dictionary as soon as I got home! No one ever believed me...do you?