Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Misty Morning Breakfast with Spider Webs
Then I looked up at the Black Pine tree and noticed this...
Each branch had a patch of web, they glistened in the mist. It feels a lot like Autumn already and yet it is only the middle of August. Strange weather this year.
The Spider And The Fly
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider
to the fly; but the cunning little insect only winked
the other eye and he knowingly retorted in a buzz so
low and sweet: "Well, not upon your half-tone, I
have learned to watch my feet. I have a load of
small-pox on my silken little wings, my legs are lined
with typhus germs and other deadly things. I am
taking some bacilli to a house across the way and you
must not try to stop me, for I have no time to play."
Once more the spider pleaded in accents soft
and low: "Won't you step into my parlor and rest be-
fore you go ? My web is lined with gossamer of tex-
ture fine and rare and you'll find some lovely
microbes if you will enter there. I have a nice collec-
tion I am saving just for you, and I want to seal our
friendship with a B. Coli or two."
"With all my heart," replied the fly and straight-
way walked inside and the spider got his dinner and
was fully satisfied.
by Albert Stroud 1917