Dear Mulberry,
Slime. Icky. Sticky. Ooey. Gooey. Slime. First, one discovered the yellow bin. In the bin was a tupperware full of slime. They carried the bin to the bottom of Rainbow Mountain. Then they tipped the tupperware. The slime oozed and goozed onto the bike path.
It didn’t come out all in one plop, but they had to layer it out in gloops and glops. Then we put the slime into the yellow bin. Otherwise, shoes and feet and bikes would be slimed, and we’d never get it off. They’d put their hands in, and I had to rub tops, bottoms, and in between to try and free their hands of slime.
Still, there were bits of slime clinging to their thumb and in between their pinky and ring finger. I got a dry washcloth and rubbed. I returned all the slime to the tub and put the tub on the table. Later, two others discovered the slime. They came running and calling, “Help!” Their hands were coated in slime.
Love,
Teacher Michelle