“And let’s stretch with your body…” The Yoga instructor said, leaning impossibly forward. “And hold.”
In the front row, the little slime did their best. They were good at stretching, but holding the pose was alway so difficult. There was an embarrassing dripping noise, followed by a splash.
“Let’s take five, everyone.” As the class shuffled out, the beholder bobbed over to the slime.
“Everybody saw that, you know.”
They burbled out a dejected sigh. “I know the Dark Lord wants us in shape when the heroes arrive, but why did he put the mimic in charge of yoga class?”