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or covered with sand.

The creature was definitely humanoid, if somewhat on the large size, with appendages
that approximated head, arms, and legs. And every inch of the monster's rather large
frame was covered by a gooey, shining slime.

Except that the slime shone less with every second the Slime Monster stood in direct
sunlight. Delores could see the muck already drying rapidly on Edward's back,
cracking into patches like a mud flat too long deprived of rain. The widening cracks
showed the slightest glimpse of something underneath—something of a much darker
green and so highly polished that it glittered even more than the remaining slime, and
flashed whenever the sunlight shone upon the cracks.

Was she glimpsing the actual skin under the monster's slime? Oddly enough, the
texture beneath the mud reminded Delores of nothing so much as a rubber suit.
Edward groaned, a sound from deep inside, like the sunshine was not only drying his
skin but his soul.

"Hurry!" he called to her. "There is little time!"

She had been right, then—Edward was drying out in the bright light. The monster
couldn't live long under the direct sun. And he had come to this place because of
Delores. What a sacrifice he must be making for her! For the first time, Delores felt
the slightest twinge of compassion for this disgusting creature. She ran to follow him,
careful to sidestep the still damp and malodorous trail Edward had left in his wake.

He breathed heavily, the air rasping in and out of his throat as the slime on his face
dried enough for Delores to make out the outline of a nose and a pair of ears. Even a
thin slit opened where the monster's mouth should be. And, as he dried, his rapidly
shuffling gait became slower and slower.

So the Slime Monster wasn't as invincible as he had first appeared. Delores realized
that if she could only expose the Slime Monster to enough heat and light, she might
be rid of him forever.

Still, she wished it wouldn't have to come to that. There was something about this
rapidly drying but still foul-smelling creature that was—well, perhaps "endearing"
was too strong a word—but the fellow was certainly likable, and generally well-
meaning, at least as monsters went. Delores sighed. There had to be some other way,
short of the creature's total destruction, to say no to a slime monster.

"Almost there," Edward urged, his voice now little more than a whisper. When he
looked at her, the muck drying on his head gave his face a look that might almost pass
for tenderness.

Edward turned and hurried up the walk to one of the houses, a structure somewhat
bigger than the other homes on the block, but of the same white-painted wood, with
the same manicured green lawn.

Delores noticed that this place had a plaque by the door: