"The Little Scary Spider", by Zeb Anderton

The Little Scary Spider

by Zeb Anderton

SRC Volunteer

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled like a wolf. Rain pit-patted on the roof. A tree branch tapped against a window.

The dog was restless. It ran from window to window. It liked to watch the flashes of lightning; the sharp, bright tear that cut the clouds.

But the hamster hid. The hamster did not like the thunder. The thunder was like a growl. The hamster hid in the paper pile. It hid behind the tangle of tubes. The hamster was safe in its cage.

The girl sat on the sofa.  She thought she was safe there. The carefree couch: free of the care of lightning; free of the care of thunder; free of the care of tapping and pit-patting and howling.

The little spider crept. It crept and it scuttled. It crept and it scuttled and it scared. It was a scary spider.

The girl was busy. The girl did not see the spider. It crawled into the house. It crawled along the floor. It crawled past the hamster. It crawled past the dog. Then it crawled up the couch. It crawled along the settee… 

The girl looked up. The girl looked and saw the little scary spider on the sofa. The girl said, “Eek! A scary spider!”

The little spider replied, “Eek!” and scuttled along the settee. It ran down the couch. It crawled past the dog. It crept past the hamster. The spider was scared of the girl. It was scared of the lightning. It was scared of the thunder. It was scared of the tapping and pit-patting and howling.

Then the girl found the spider. The girl picked up the spider and took it to the couch. Together, the girl and the little spider waited out the storm on the care-free couch.

© Zeb Anderton 2013