One day as Heather was sitting at her desk studying (in her rather messy room), when a transparent, blubbery mass dropped onto her desk from the ceiling. She was quite startled by this, and fell backwards over her chair, giving a cry as she fell. Her cry brought one of her loving brothers and a charming friend of his running to see what was the matter.

After recovering from their initial shock at seeing such a messy room, the young gentlemen picked her up and made sure that she was not hurt, then all three stared in wonder at the gelatinous lump on Heather’s desk. It was about the size of a watermelon and had moved onto one of Heather’s textbooks. It was making disgusting slurpy noises and as they watched, it began to change colour. It seemed to be sucking the words off the textbook and as it did so, the blob turned all sorts of shimmering colours, which swirled about in a fascinating manner.

“Oh Dear,” said the charming friend, “It looks like you’ve got a knowledge sucker. Watch out it doesn’t get anywhere near your head, it’ll suck knowledge right out of your brain. That textbook will keep it happy for a little while, but pretty soon, there won’t be anything left to read on those pages.”

So saying, they gently lead Heather out of the room, and fetched a couple of old broadsheet newspapers. The very carefully slid the newspapers underneath the blobby thing and hurled it out of the window (they took the fly screen out first of course). Heather’s window was quite high up, and all three of them watched it sail to the ground below. It landed with a satisfying ‘splat’ and seemed to turn into a liquid which soaked into the ground.

Some days later, Heather was again attempting to study at her desk when a blobby thing again dropped onto her desk from the ceiling. Showing an unusual amount of dexterity, Heather quickly snatched her textbook away from the blob. Being an excitable and rather distracted young lady, Heather found it quite difficult to study at the best of times, and she was not about to have another blobby thing ruin her textbook.

She soon realised her mistake however, when the blobby thing, finding nothing to feed upon, leapt upon her head and oozed itself into a kind of undulating helmet. For what seemed an eternity to Heather (but was really only five seconds), the blobby thing sucked away knowledge from her brain. It was incredibly painful for Heather, and she squealed like a baby pig away from its mother.

Strangely however, after five seconds of feeding on Heather’s knowledge, the blob dropped off and started squirming around on the floor. It started to turn sickly brown and green colours, and even appeared to shrink a little.

Heather’s cry brought one of her loving brother’s running, and after recovering again from his shock at such a messy room, he watched fascinated as the thing writhed about on the floor in agony. As it squirmed about, it happened to roll onto one of Heather’s essays that she had written for school. It paused on top of it for a moment, then began to fizz and bubble in a most alarming manner. Quite soon it had shrunk to a rather smelly pile of orange powder.

“How strange,” said Heather.

Her loving brother was about to explain to her that the thing was most likely poisoned after feeding on the incredible rubbish that resided in Heather’s brain, but thought better of it. Most likely, when it had come across Heather’s thoughts condensed into an essay, its system had been completely overwhelmed and given up. Secretly, the loving brother took one of Heather’s essays back to his room, just in case any more strange blobby creatures ever showed up.

THE END.