The settlement was a little rowdy today, as many who had no work, gathered to see what mysterious strange gooey creature was.
Agatha, one of Mother Willow's good friends, was now holding a giant wooden spoon, pointing and warning the slime at the time of her voice.
"You-you little thing! How can you finish 12 barrels of fermented yeast on your own? Do you know just how special it is?"
"No, no. No… don't move your eyes like that! No amount of cuteness can make this up! I work my ass off to prepare that batch for a special delicacy and here you go finishing it up?"
"Damn you, little thing! Get out of my fermentation house now!!!"
The slime's body jiggled, as if aggrieved, but still refused to move.
Everyone found the scene funny, chuckling and laughing to their heart's content.
Hey… where did this baby come from?
Looking at their map and clicking on it, they now found its name.