The little red car with yellow hood stood parked beneath the
deck. Tufts of grass had become mangled
in the steering wheel. The black wheels
had bits of grass and dirt plastered to them.
The door and seat of the car were now filthy with the muck of years’
worth of sitting and storms. It had been
so long since the blue key had been turned, so long since the little red car had
come to life.
In the back of the little red car with yellow hood was a
compartment. The compartment was now
covered with a soft, strong mesh of silky string built slowly day by day. This soft mesh of string was actually the web
of a spider named Louie. And in this
web, housed in the compartment of the little red car is where our story begins.
Louie
had now been by himself [SB1] for
several years, which is not sad since it is in the nature of spiders to live a
solitary life. One day, on his journey
to find a home, he crawled into the little red car with yellow hood to
rest. However, he liked it so well in the
compartment of the car that he decided to stay to make his home there. Each day he would build a little more of his
web: crossing from one side to the other, from the top to the bottom, from one
corner to the other.
No one ever bothered Louie in his task. Louie lived fat off the flies and insects
that happened upon his compartment.
Three years later, Louie was content in his magnificent web that lay in
the compartment of the little red car with yellow hood.
He was relaxing there in his web one evening before the sun
had set when he heard the People discussing something. The People lived in the house where the
little red car slept. Louie saw the
People pointing at the flowerbed nestled against the house, saw them pointing
to the old bird bath in the yard, then heard, “We’ll take that red car and
throw it away too. It’s been years since
it’s been played with. Then we’ll spray
around the house with poison. Get rid of
all the insects and pests.”
Oh no, thought
Louie. They’re going to throw away my home and kill all my food. I have to leave, but I can’t. I can’t leave my home. I love my home!
And why wouldn’t Louie love his home? There was plenty of food, not to mention the
care and pride he had taken in spinning his immaculate[SB2]
web day by day.
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