The Blob

Mickey was on her bicycle, riding to her friend’s house in the evening when she noticed the new family that was moving in. She paused to greet them but then realized they seemed to be sneaking something into the new house. It looked like a bright green blob in a large container. Although she was merely a few feet away, hidden by a bush, she couldn’t identify the object they were bringing into the house. Or at least she thought it was an object before it threw up its arms and wailed, loud and sharp, echoing around the neighbourhood. Casting fearful glances in all directions, the family quickly ushered the thing into their house. Mickey couldn’t believe what she had seen. What was that green blob, and how could it make sounds?

As Mickey tossed and turned in bed that night, she thought about the green blob she had seen in the evening. Making up her mind, she decided to go visit the new family. They had a young girl in their family who looked about the same age as her. Maybe she could tell Mickey what the strange blob was.

The next morning, Mickey woke up and headed to her neighbor’s house. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and plastered a smile onto her face. She heard some banging behind the door then a man’s voice told her that he was coming. When he opened the door, Mickey was barely able to stifle a gasp: the man had only one eye! The eye was in the center of his forehead and the way it moved sent shivers down Mickey’s spine.

The man seemed equally surprised at Mickey’s appearance. He frowned, but after a few seconds, ushered her into his house. The house was clearly still being fixed. Chairs lay upside down on the floor, numerous toys were littered around the living room, and Mickey could still smell the fresh paint. The man led her into the house.

As Mickey walked farther into the house, she heard the same sharp wail from the night before. She froze. The bright green blob came trotting into the room, its stubby arms waving wildly. In daylight, it looked less frightening but it was still strange. Not only did it look slimy looking, its entire body wiggled as it inched forward.

Before Mickey could react, the young girl Mickey had hoped to talk to hurried over and picked up the blob. It immediately stopped wailing and curled into her arms, making soft squeaking noises. Mickey stared in surprise. It was not a monster at all. Instead, it was their pet.

Amazement washed over Mickey. She slowly walked over to the girl and asked if she could pet the strange creature. The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding, watching cautiously as Mickey reached out. The green blob stretched toward her hand, and its skin felt soft and cool, like real slime. It let out a quiet, contented chirp as Mickey gently stroked its head. The girl smiled, and the two of them spent the next few minutes playing with the blob as it bounced happily around the room. By the time Mickey left, she and the girl had become friends. She realized that although her new neighbors were different from everyone else, they were nice people. Perhaps, Mickey thought as she fell asleep that night, different people can be nice.