Where would be a
lovely spot for my home? Louie wondered.
Louie wasn’t paying attention to the road in front of him,
and when he looked forward again, he had to swerve to miss a blue minivan. The van honked at him. “Well, I never,” said Louie. He then came to a screeching halt behind a
grey car at a red sign. The grey car had
a light ticking on and off. After a
moment, the grey car turned right toward the busy highway. The road to the left was empty of other cars,
so the spider decided he would turn left.
Now, there’s something
I’m forgetting to do thought Louie.
He then remembered the light on the right side of the grey car
blinking. “Tick. Tick.
Tick. Tick,” said Louie mimicking
the sound of a turn signal. He then made
his left turn down the quiet street.
Louie drove and drove.
He passed but one car along the way.
Some of the houses had people sitting on the porch. A few watched Louie’s car pass by and scratched
their heads confounded[SB1] . Others paid no attention whatsoever to the red
car with yellow hood. Soon Louie came to
the end of the street. He gradually came
to a halt. Looking up, Louie saw a big,
dark house. It had a porch with stairs
leading up to it. The grass was a little
overgrown. The mailbox at the end of the
drive read “Copperpot”.
“Copperpot.
Copperpot,” Louie said to himself.
The name sounded familiar. The
People that lived at his former house spoke of a Mr. Copperpot. It wasn’t well-known what he did, for the few
times he was home, he kept mostly to himself.
“Some say he’s gone to Africa,” the Lady would say. “No,” the man would say. “That’s nonsense. He goes to visit a sick relative.”
Louie cautiously pulled into the driveway of the gloomy
house before him. There was a breeze grabbing
the front screen door blowing it open and creaking[SB2]
it shut as if the breeze was bored. Some
mice rooted in a hole along the side of the great house. Behind the house was a shed well past
usefulness. Beneath an awning sat a
chair. Louie drove the little red car
with yellow hood beside the chair and stopped.
It was getting dark, and Louie was tired from his day’s
trip. He began to make his way back to his
compartment. Louie climbed along the
dashboard and sluggishly crawled along the door, but hadn’t made it halfway
when he
heard: [SB3]
“What’s this?” A slow,
haggard[SB4]
voice spoke into the night. Louie pulled
back in fear. The old man who stood
beside the little red car must be Mr. Copperpot. From where he was, Louie couldn’t see much of
the man other than his belly covered in a white shirt and the top of his brown
trousers held up by suspenders.
Mr. Copperpot walked around the little red car with yellow
hood. “How did this get here,” wondered the
old man aloud.
Louie could see Mr. Copperpot at the back of the red
car. The old man bent over. A worn face with a small scar by the left eye showed
through the window. [SB5] Mr. Copperpot examined Louie’s beautiful
web. Still bent over, he made his way to
the side where Louie sat on the door, not daring to move.
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