"The Spider" – Tales from the Ancients
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| TMITH's interpretation of the ancient clay |
The spider, weakened from hunger, finally feels the web tug and
sees a fly trapped and struggling. He goes to prepare his feast, yet only
feebly. The fly, angry and frustrated, cries out to the Gods, “By whose hand do these
things occur and what is the meaning of all this? Let me then put up a fight
worthy of a show!” The Gods are amused and ‘touch’ the fly.
The spider approaches expecting a short battle, his prey is already doomed. Why would he put up much of a fight? He notes a strange gleam about the fly, one he has never noticed in any of his previous captures. He pulls up to further restrain and tranquilize the fly, but something is amiss. The fly in a sweeping almost superhuman motion reaches out with his mandible and cuts one of the spider’s legs clean off. The spider is shocked and says, “What! What manner of trickery and magic is this?!!” The fly says, “That too was my refrain, except watch me now.” Then he bites off all the rest of the spider’s legs. The spider says, “Now we’ll both die, you fool!” At that the fly retorts brazenly, “fear not ye of little to no legs. I will extract the essence which allows you to walk the web, in your case formerly of course! Then I will leave you here to gnaw at your own flesh!” "You are too hasty, fly!" The spider rolls while shooting a perfectly aimed web at the fly. Caught off guard the fly freezes in disbelief but the web comes up short, a mere millimeter from the fly’s face, and has no effect. Recovering from his fear the fly lashes out and cuts the spider open. He then coats his feet with the spider’s essence and buzzes away. As he flies, he turns his head looking backward at the spider, and says “Well look at big daddy no-legs! Not so tough now, are you!" His voice was a mixture of scornful disdain and haughtiness, but only for a moment - for he turns back only to see and then drive deep into another spiders web. It is the creation of a young, energetic and very hungry yellow spider. The yellow greets him with open arms smiling and licking his chops, all the while singing and humming like a complete psychopath.
The spider approaches expecting a short battle, his prey is already doomed. Why would he put up much of a fight? He notes a strange gleam about the fly, one he has never noticed in any of his previous captures. He pulls up to further restrain and tranquilize the fly, but something is amiss. The fly in a sweeping almost superhuman motion reaches out with his mandible and cuts one of the spider’s legs clean off. The spider is shocked and says, “What! What manner of trickery and magic is this?!!” The fly says, “That too was my refrain, except watch me now.” Then he bites off all the rest of the spider’s legs. The spider says, “Now we’ll both die, you fool!” At that the fly retorts brazenly, “fear not ye of little to no legs. I will extract the essence which allows you to walk the web, in your case formerly of course! Then I will leave you here to gnaw at your own flesh!” "You are too hasty, fly!" The spider rolls while shooting a perfectly aimed web at the fly. Caught off guard the fly freezes in disbelief but the web comes up short, a mere millimeter from the fly’s face, and has no effect. Recovering from his fear the fly lashes out and cuts the spider open. He then coats his feet with the spider’s essence and buzzes away. As he flies, he turns his head looking backward at the spider, and says “Well look at big daddy no-legs! Not so tough now, are you!" His voice was a mixture of scornful disdain and haughtiness, but only for a moment - for he turns back only to see and then drive deep into another spiders web. It is the creation of a young, energetic and very hungry yellow spider. The yellow greets him with open arms smiling and licking his chops, all the while singing and humming like a complete psychopath.
“The fly was so
close”, said Due, one of the gods on the threshing floor. “Should we give him another chance?” “No, he forgot us. Now we have forgotten him. He deserves his fate, this is sealed", says Decideum, "Let the scribe of the court enter it."
Below on earth the
yellow speaks to the fly while wrapping him up, “I saw what you did to Bob over
there, that was not very nice. What was that about no legs? I guess I'll start with this one!"
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