A bad walk in the pink wellies.
While walking in the forest, Elizabeth decided to go down closer to a small river. She was wearing pink wellies, and the river was so small that she decided to walk along it. But the river turned out to be unexpectedly deep in places, and viscous silt lay at the bottom. Her boots constantly sank into or got stuck, but she, although with difficulty, pulled them out. But suddenly her leg was sank deeper than usual and it became impossible for her to pull it out; her leg was sucked in even more strongly. Elizabeth, in a panic, tries to escape, grabbing tree ...

A bad walk in the pink wellies.
While walking in the forest, Elizabeth decided to go down closer to a small river. She was wearing pink wellies, and the river was so small that she decided to walk along it. But the river turned out to be unexpectedly deep in places, and viscous silt lay at the bottom. Her boots constantly sank into or got stuck, but she, although with difficulty, pulled them out. But suddenly her leg was sank deeper than usual and it became impossible for her to pull it out; her leg was sucked in even more strongly. Elizabeth, in a panic, tries to escape, grabbing tree roots and hanging branches. Nothing worked! There is no one in the forest and there is nowhere to wait for help. I have to repeat my attempts to break out again and again. She managed to pull her foot out of the boot, but the boot remained stuck sticking out of the water. Upset and sad in one wet and dirty (once white) sock and one wellie, she walks home on the ground and grass, getting her foot and sock even more dirty.