Listen to it.
"Fe Edme" it says again in a demanding voice. You
back away. Almost tripping over a small grey pepple that matched the
rest of the alein landscape. Then suddenly, as though the picture of a
duck you were looking at suddenly became a dog, the words tranform
themself into english.
But then you frown as you try to make sense out of the words the blob
had jest said a third time. "Feed me!"
