The Spider had the planning in the bag....she had been awaiting the big catch and the planning won out...8 flies and she was still ready for more. These were big flies, too.
Meanwhile down the Terrace Sundance had been sleeping. All morning. Flies buzzed round his head and were ignored. Lunchtime came and he awoke to his lack of responsibility. Sort of. He had lunch. And a fly. Then he decided outdoors could herald new opportunities and went to greet them. Slowly and calmly. And not flies. Water, thanks, nice stinky water... A yawn and a ponder and an acrobatic leap and he was gone.
Peter Sellers came out to say hello to the day. She wasn't too sure she was enormously happy, it was a bit warm and she hadn't sorted out moulting properly, but some good grass stalks would be nice. Next to the vegetables were some grassy fronds, they would be OK. But how should she get there? On the grass (mown) or on the slabs (smooth)? Slabs. And no cracks. Oh yes! Sorted! Uh oh, now do I go back indoors or further? FURTHER!!!!!! There is a tree to use as a scratching post, got to get there. Just focus. Oh yes!! This girl is cruising! Check right and left. Yes still on a winner!
Supper? Now? Now I have got here??? Now what to do?
Eat. Daddy, food, please......
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