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The bear craves may-pal serrup, but the bear is shy. The slimes like the bear, so when a hooman enters the Seecrit Wuds, they go to greet it. May-pal serrup comes from hoomans, they know this.
“Blorp?” One slime asks, butting up against the hooman to gain its attention since the slime lacks useful appendages. You have may-pal syrup?
“Blorp Blorp?” Other slimes echo, crowding around hopefully. We trade with you?
But the hooman does not respond, instead pulling out a sword and striking at the slimes.
“Blorp!” Rude! Faced with the mean hooman’s blade, the slimes have no choice but to defend themselves, pushing at it until it stops hitting them.
The hooman falls motionless to the mossy ground, and the pack on its back falls open, spilling out tools and varied containers. The slimes investigate. They remember the bear having seerup in a colored bottle, but there are three different kinds here; which is it?
In the end, they bring all three bottles back to frend bear and present them eagerly. “Blorp?” May-pal seerup?
The bear opens a brown bottle, and makes a face as a pungent odor is released. “This not may-pal seerup, frends!”
The green bottle is likewise rejected with a disgruntled snort.
Then the bear opens a yellow bottle, and sniffs appraisingly as a delicate sweet scent wafts out. He dips a paw in, licks at it, and dances in delight. “Hoooooo! Thank you, frends! This not may-pul seerup, this better!”