It was supposed to be a peaceful morning drive through the countryside. Mei hopped on her scooter with her little dog, Bobo, to visit the rice fields. The sun was shining, the air was fresh — everything was perfect.

But then… disaster struck.

The narrow path by the rice paddies was slick from the rain the night before. As Mei maneuvered a turn, the scooter skidded and — splash! — both she and Bobo ended up in a muddy ditch.

At first, there was silence. Then, the faint sound of a dog shaking off mud. Mei turned to see Bobo, once a fluffy cream-and-brown puffball, now transformed into a creature half-dog, half-swamp monster. Only his tail and a patch of fur on his back remained clean — like he was wearing a tiny muddy suit.

Mei tried to pull the scooter out, but it was stuck deep in the muck. Exhausted and covered in mud herself, she plopped down on the grass, holding her phone, wondering how she was going to explain this.

Bobo, meanwhile, proudly stood in the rice paddy, completely unbothered, as if to say, “See? I told you we should’ve walked.”

And so there they sat — woman, dog, and scooter — united in mud, waiting for rescue and reconsidering all their life choices that led them to that very moment.