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Chapter 3 - The Tale of the Spider

The baby was sleeping in his crib. It was dark and cool, the way he best liked to sleep. He shifted in the crib and felt something crawl on his legs. He looked down and saw hairy spider at his feet. It's legs moves slowly up his legs and onto his belly. The baby wanted to cry out but was too frightened to make even a tiny sound.

He wanted to cry out, "Go away spider. I'm not tasty to you". But it instead remained a thought in his mind. The spider paused, then moved it's front legs together and responded "I will not go away little human. I am hungry".

The little baby was surprised, he heard the spider but the spider was not talking. He thought, "How is the spider talking to me?"

The spider laughed and said, "You have much to learn about spiders, little one. I can speak to all of your kind, if they choose to listen".

"What are you going to do to me?", The baby thought.

"I'm going to bite you and drink your blood", the spider said in a hissing voice.

"But you don't have to bite me", he cried.

"You're here and I am here. So I am going to", she responded.

"You can eat bugs", he said

"I could eat bugs", she hissed, "but I am going to eat you"

"Could you not eat me", he said, "please?"

The spider sighed, "I could drink only a little of your blood. It would not be as filling but you have not been rude. And I would like to feed on you again"

The boy did not respond instantly. He thought a moment and then replied, "Will it hurt?"

"Oh yes, little human", she hissed, "It will hurt quite a bit. But only for a moment.

Her hairy legs moves up his body and her big, dark fangs lay just above the thin skin of his throat.

"Do not move or I will take more than I need", she hissed in caution.

Her fangs kept forward towards his throat and the instant they touched his skin his eyes opened.

The sunlight was pouring through the windows and the spider was gone.

His mother scooped him up out of the crib. He clung to her thankful that it was only a dream.

"Goodness", his mother said, "I have to cut your little finger nails again. You can't keep scratching your neck".