The poor spider in the barn lived alongside the blemished horse. The man would occasionally tear down all of the webs in the barn which made it tough for the spider to earn a living through the horse’s dropping’s and popularity of the aftermath for the flies.
So the spider built a high web and wished the man would leave him and his webs alone.
One fat fly would make his day. For now, he stayed in the corner on the highbeam and looked for dead flies. But the day he caught a live one warranted extreme bliss.
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