Not the rhyme you remember...

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find them. "Leave them alone, and they'll come home; wagging their tails behind them."

That was the response that Bo-Peep got as she was searching for her flock. She searched high and low, in every place that she'd know. Behind every tree and rock.

"Where are those sheep?" Cried Bo-Peep, as she stood at the river's shore. "I searched and I called, for three days now, until my throat and feet were sore. And yet my sheep have not come home, with their tails wagging to and through. I fear the worst has fallen them: Wolves, or thieves, or - WHOA!"

Slipping on a wet rock, Bo-Peep came tumbling down into the mud. Getting covered in muck from head to toe, she could only mutter, "Ah, crud."

Looking down at her filthy state, her clothes no longer serene, the shepard girl of one score and five years decided she needed to get clean. But her home was fives miles one way, a normally mundane task. Though with her body caked in mud, the difficulty reached max. The mud soaked her to the very bone; she really needed a bath. And that was then she remembered the river next to the path...

"No, that is truly quite absurd!" Bo-Peep laughed at the thought. "To strip down and bathe right here? Surely I'd get caught! Although," she looked into the water, "it does look quite inviting. And the feeling of the coolness against my birthday suit kinda sounds... Exciting!"

Bo-Peep stood there in thought, staring into the babbling brook. On the one hand, it was risky if someone were to take a look. And who knew what would happen if they did? Would they be friend or foe? Would they take her belongings and leave her there? She just didn't know.

On the other hand, she had to think, she needed to get clean. She could feel the mud in her bloomers; her underwear, I mean. The muck felt uncomfy on her skin, sticky and slimy to the touch. If she tried walking home like this, it would simply be too much! And as she stated before, the idea did excite her. And while the risk was there, was it really gonna bite her?

Bo-Peep stood at the water's edge, feeling slimy and hot. Inside, she raged an internal debate: Should she strip and bathe or not?