Oddly enough, waking up to a bunch of furballs made feel safe. They were scattered under the tree with , the little guy snuggling in, others lying about. When I get through this, I’m definitely writing the book, My Ti Amongst The Canines. Squawking above as the corvids awoke. Ok, perhaps My Ti Amongst The Critters would be better. If I don’t include the birds, they might get all upset and demand my head.
I rubbed my eyes, pushed aside a couple foxes who looked at as if they wanted a few more minutes, then dragged myself out from under the tree. And saw it. My jaw fell open.
On a couple trees on the other side of this small clearing, it read, in webbing, “STOP KILLING MY SPIDERS.”
I shuddered. In webbing! How the hell did they write that? Did I just kill a bunch of sentient spiders?
When I regained my senses from the shock, I looked up. None of the big ones. Carefully, around the clearing. None waiting to eat . Took a step forward. Looked again. Searching for any legs, anything hidden. But, no, no spiders. No giant ones, anyways. Well, no visible giant ones.
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No large webs, no birds caught in them and upset. I slowly made my way over to the words. A little spider was dropping down on a line of silk, another scrambling back into the tree.
Knowing how horror movies work, and doing it anyways because of sheer idiocy, I stretched my hand out and touched the webbing. Yup, it was webbing. It slightly pulled against , bouncing back as I drew my hand away. Not super sticky, then. That’s when it beca apparent that the words were white and thick and hung in a little web matrix. These, clearly, were ant to be read. By the spider killer. .
I couldn’t help myself, and spoke, “It’s not like I killed that many. I an, those were my first. As far as I can rember. And they’d killed my ravens! So, it was fair.” No answer. “At least, those spiders!”
“Now, if you’ll leave us alone, I won’t kill any more of your spiders,” I moved around, speaking to the clearing, “if you stop putting them in my path. Do we have a deal, you creepy fuck?” My inner voice corrected , and I mumbled, “Fudge, sorry, fudge.”
I shuddered again, then hurried back to my side of the clearing. “Co on little guys, let’s get the hell out of here!”
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