Book 5, Chapter 5: A New Message
Oddly enough, waking up to a bunch of furballs made me feel safe. They were scattered under the tree with me, the little guy snuggling in, others lying about. When I get through this, I’m definitely writing the book, My Time Amongst The Canines. Squawking above as the corvids awoke. Ok, perhaps My Time 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 me 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 me. 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.
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 me, bouncing back as I drew my hand away. Not super sticky, then. That’s when it became apparent that the words were white and thick and hung in a little web matrix. These, clearly, were meant to be read. By the spider killer. Me.
I couldn’t help myself, and spoke, “It’s not like I killed that many. I mean, those were my first. As far as I can remember. 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 me, and I mumbled, “Fudge, sorry, fudge.”
I shuddered again, then hurried back to my side of the clearing. “Come on little guys, let’s get the hell out of here!”
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