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Aug 23, 1985 (I just found this in my drawer)
Jolynn Dean Singh
You really can't blame me. I had to do it. I had to kill him. He was on my bed last night, and he really scared me.
This moring when I woke up, I didn't even remember killing him. It's so common to kill spiders, that it is hardly a traumatic eperience for the murderer.
However, I did know something odd had happened this morning- especially when it took ten steps to get to the end of my cot (it usually just took me to roll over and I would land on the ground). And I was completely convinced something odd was happening when I found, to my curiousity, eight legs dangling over the edge!
Never the less, I got safely to the ground, and I came face to face with an ant.
"Good morning," said the ant.
"Good morning," I replied. Then said I, "Who are you?"
Then ant looked sore and hurt that I did not know his name. But gaining his composure once again, he answered, "I'm Captain Alexander Ant and am controlling Confederate Forces against the doodle bugs. Why, just yesterday they broke into my tunnel killing two ants and injuring seven others!"
"Oh my goodness!" I said. I had always pictured doodle bugs as being a harmless, little creature, but now I realized they were horrible, dispicable little creatures.
All of a sudden, the ant spied a doodle bug digging in the dirt. "It's been a pleasure meetin' you," said the ant and away he went.
I could have sworn that doodle bug had a bow and arrow, and the ant looked as though he were wearing boots, but...
I walked by myself for a while until I heard some crying. Behind a sunflower sat a colony of spiders, Tears were streaming down their faces. It seemed they had recently lost a dear friend. "Stephen Spider was the best friend a spider could have", mourned one spider whose name I later learned was 'Sam Spider'." "He was like a big brother to me," said little orphaned Sally Spider. "I'll never forget him," said one, and even another mourned over how he would miss Stephen Spider's kind heart. "I remember the times I was a baby in Farmer Brown's yard. Farmer Brown was going to step on me, but Stephen Spider sneaked up behind him and bit Mr. Brown on the ankle so that I could escape."
As I watched the mourning spiders, a tear rolled down my face. I had never met Stephen Spider but I would have liked to have known him- he sure must have been a great guy... or should I say, "a great spider"?
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