A slimy blue thing was in my room.
I grabbed my cat, and looked down at my mat. It was so hard to sleep, so I got up and treaded on my feet. The creature was odd looking. It looked like a pile of pigs mud, but even more gooey and liquidized. This was the weirdest thing I have ever seen in my life. Then, my cat splashed the monster, so I went and reached to turn on my light. I felt silly for having a fright, for it was just my slime that my cat spilled water that made me feel grime.
the life lesson or the moral of the story .
Hamlet was who they agreed they must tell about the ghost
