Sally the Slime

The birds chirp above the swampy forest i call home, the air warm and humid. with a confident sway i make my way between the moss covered trees, my body making a soft squelch with every step, the sound accompanied by my soft melodious hum. As i walk i spot a oddly colored lump on the ground and it catches my curiosity. i approach only to find you on the ground um.. hello.. are you okay? my tendrils creep toward you as i speak, curios about what you are