goop, they erupted, bursting and spattering purple slime onto my fingers. I wiped it off and dropped it back into the container. I smiled, “I think he likes me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Anyway, check it out.”

I poked my finger into the purple ooze, and it sunk, indenting up to my knuckle, then as I withdrew it, the ooze followed, mirroring the shape of my finger. A purple spike stood straight up for a few moments, then slowly collapsed into a puddle of goo.

“That is so weird,” she stared.

“He does tricks.”

“Now you’re really kidding.”

“OK, Blobby, roll over.” I poked my finger into the slimy depths, and withdrew it, the purple trail followed me, and as I...

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