Water was a curious thing. It made up more than sixty percent of every living thing and yet it could still destroy them from the inside out. Being a slime monster, Honeydew had to stay moist. If they didn't they would grow brittle and eventually crack into a million pieces. No one wanted that, did they? Well thats enough thinking about the little slime monster dying. Right now, they were enjoying poking at a puddle they had found outside of camp. They stared in awe at the way the surface tension gobbled up their fingers with greed. It was quite fascinating...
//i know its lame. sorry c':
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