Last time we were with our friends, steve had just scored a nice, and juicy pig.

"Well there we are little buddy that's what we have to eat!" Steve said.

Then Slimm let out a little grunt gat a gross look on his face a Slimed all over the meat!

"Oh so you want it cooked yea me too!"

So Steve with a branch and a thick piece of wood took up a sharp stone an made a shovel afer that he dug a fireplace. he hade nothing to start it with so he took up more wood, made a pickaxe, and went to find some coal. Slimm was stating to get worried as it got dark. Steve! It was him as the sun finally went down he saw Steve, and he had not coal but flint, and steel! he loaded the pit with wood, and struck the flint to the steel a large spark flew, and at last there was fire. What now? The fire had atracted a strange green creatue. Was it friendly or not?

Find out in the next portion of my story, The Life of a Slime PT.5

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