Clumsy

You stand up to turn and leave, but the weight makes you so unbalanced that you fall. Throwing your arms out in front of you face first into the goo, your arms sinking up to your shoulders. Your tail curls tightly around the grass behind you as you restart your efforts to free yourself, this time your top half.

You have to hurry because you can't breathe in this stuff. Good thing your legs and tail are stronger than your arms. It's awkward, but you manage to pull your head and arms back out.

You wipe your face as you gasp for air yet again. Turning to go, you grab the grass near you and slowly step away as you work to regain your breath and composure. With each step, you grab another handful of the grass. Leaves of the grass collect on your sticky head, body, legs, arms, and tail, but you don't care as long as you get away from here.

By the time you reach the edge of the forest, you look like you're a living immense gillie suit with your tail a grassy vine. Sprouts of grass are already beginning to grow from your gooey fur. You're sorry you didn't think to try to wipe it off as you were walking, but you just had to get away from there.

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