Squishy was, well, Squishy was squishy.  Warm, squishy, green, gooey and lazy and leaking out of a big crack in an even bigger rock.  She'd been having a rather nice nap that started some time around the Edo period, but it got a little fuzzy after that.  Maybe not fuzzy, but squishy.  Squishy collected in a green, bubbly puddle at the base of the rock, rising up first as a head, then a neck, shoulders, and stopping just below a pair of perky breasts.  She opened a pair of pale green eyes and squinted at the first sunlight in centuries.  "Is there somebody sitting in my butt?"