100 word challenge

By Anonymous -
The Thumpchkin
My mythical creature is a frog looking creature with a long white beard and black pupils that can see in the dark. The only thing that it can eat is buttered popcorn. My creature is around the size of a XL green gumboot, with a slimy exterior. Unfortunately though, my creature, named thumpchkin can’t make their own buttered popcorn. So they have to trick human passing by their natural habitat, which is underneath movie theatre seats to drop the popcorn so that the thumpchkin can grab it with their 30cm long tongue.

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