Salt descended from the heavens. Skin wrinkled, velvet brown waistcoat shrinking. Tentacles waving, frantic, eyes bulging, panicked. Salted like a peanut, he shriveled up. Proud moist toes curled up tightly, skin burned, scales peeled. Doom assaulted his senses, fate laughed like a demon. Little kids ran away, delighted, laughing, salt-shakers gripped tightly in dirty hands. Slug didn’t understand. He had only climbed the trampoline to see if he could bounce. It was a crime of misunderstanding. If he had only known that trampolines were sacred objects to humans… Slime paths were not appreciated.
God had sneezed. He looked at the contents of his Kleenex, chuckled quietly, and made Adam name it. It oozed sticky gunk, and the only name Adam could think of was slug. It slimed on sidewalks, leaving glamorous trails. Slug had been a veritable villain of the streets. He terrorized little children in parks. But all that was behind him now, his life fading, losing color. He hated violent deaths. He knew that he had been murdered. All his family would take revenge; war between slug and human. He chortled, snorting amusement. He choked, gagged, croaked. Slug spirit soared.
