Paper blob was born from the pages of a book. It was a dark and stormy night, and the paper blob was born from the ink and the words that were written on the pages. It was a small thing, no bigger than a paper clip, and it was attracted to the light. It danced in the margins of the pages, and in the spaces between the words. It was a happy little creature, and it loved to dance.
One day, the paper blob heard a noise that it had never heard before. It was a sound like a million tiny footsteps, and it was coming closer and closer. The paper blob hid under a sheet of paper, and it trembled with fear. The footsteps stopped, and there was a silence. Then, a voice spoke.
"I can see you, little paper blob. I know you're in there. Come out, come out, and dance with me."
