Although liquidy, the mud was solid enough to hold the image of his roaming fingers. It didn't take long for him to be more interested in the patterns he made than in the feeling of mud between his fingers. It was rather like finger painting, after you'd mixed all the colours together so much they were just brown. Yes, that was exactly what it was like.
Using his whole hands, he sculpted a circle from the mud. Then, more circles and squiggles. He was quickly learning how much the mud would give, how much it would take, and was able to add finer detail to his picture. Working below the circle, he added some straightish lines, some thicker than others, just playing around with the shapes. One short thing in the middle with both hands, then move them away from each other at the bottom to get two ends. At the top of the middle line, another sweep of the hands through the mud, to give two more ends, although they were pointing the wrong way. It didn't matter, much. He then used his fingers to give the picture fingers of its own. Yes, that was the way he wanted it.
He sat back to look at his creation, absentmindedly rubbing his hands clean. A little crude, sort of lopsided in one sense, but interesting. Not bad for his first attempt, really. Maybe tomorrow he'd try it again, to see if he could make it a little different. Filled with a desire to name it, he stuck his finger into the mud near the circle at the top, and wrote out letters in a childish scrawl.
"A-d-a-m."