The thing didn�t move, just strung up there in its invisible wires, watching us with green eyes, as shiny as a half dollar.
I watched Toad as he grabbed a long stick,� Cool.� He said, and he cautiously stepped close enough to poke at the striped and spotted monster. Then the thing hissed, long and loud. It made a noise like a great snake.
�That�s a really BAD idea!� I said. I did some figuring. If this really was what it looked like, then it could easily jump nine or ten meters in half a heartbeat. Some partner I�d got, and he�s just not getting it. He poked at the thing�s abdomen again.
Still not moving, the thing hissed, sputtered and spat some greenish- black goop, stringy and viscous like over chewed, overheated bubblegum. The stringy bits stretched and drifted off like heavy, sticky smoke as the glob arced. It shot further than I guessed the monster could jump.
�DON�T POKE THAT!� I screamed just like a third grade girl.
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