A huge patch of mud

Mike felt his shoes hit the mud before he even knew he what was happening. His foot stuck in place, forcing his momentum to carry his body forward. The mascot head flew into the air, along with the rest of the costume in Mike's hands, and landed safely in the grass. Mike landed safely flat on his face in the mud. Spitting out a glob of dirt, Mike wiped his eyes and looked around. The mascot suit lay a few feet away, no worse for ware. His shirt and jeans, however, were now caked with drying mud.

Mike walked over to the mascot costume, wiping his hands on the back of his pants. He couldn't put on the costume like this. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Mike looked around and saw...