We were both sweating bullets. “That stuff in the classroom was turning into Slimo for real!” I gasped, taking two steps down at a time. “It’s just like Oswald Leery’s B-Monster movies! Once the monster gets its teeth, it will eat us all!” “Why didn’t anyone besides you and me see the slime?” Damon asked. “I don’t know,” I whispered back. “That goo was everywhere.” “I saw slime last night, too,” Damon said in a low voice. I stopped short. “You did?” “I woke up in the middle of the night drooling so I went into the bathroom to wash my face. But when I picked up the towel by the sink, it was covered in this green, sticky, stinky goo.” “Ewwww,” I groaned. “That’s snot possible!” I cracked, making a lame joke. I do that sometimes when I’m feeling nervous. Of course Damon shot me an evil stare. “This isn’t funny, dorkus!” “I’m not laughing,” I said, even though I was. “The truth is, I saw slime, too. It came out of our kitchen sink.”
What do You think about The Slime That Would Not Die?
