They made you do hundreds of odd errands, cook for them, you sigh as you walked around your masters potion room. You were the apprentice to a wizard who specialized in slimology.

They made you clean often, and used you like a maid. But today, was your least favorite day, you had to go clean out the slime pen.

Walking into the enclosure, all you see is hundreds of slimes happily sloshing and squirming and living their best lives. You however knew not to be deceived by their adorable faces and big eyes.

They always made cleaning hard, knocking over your bucket, stealing your mop, crawling into your clothes, sometimes crawling inside your mouth (something they particularly enjoyed doing), it was a nightmare.

You role up your sleeves and groan, getting ready, for a very,* looong, *day.