The spider maiden bowed, “Wait to see the cloth tonight. Please do not watch me weaving.” She slipped into the weaving area.
Yosaku was curious, so he crept to the hanging clothes to peek at the secret weaver. He gasped and held his mouth. Never did he imagine; the maiden was a spider. He watched as she ate the cotton; a string came from her orb. Yosaku watched sick while curious. He said not a word as his eyes observe a small spider spin the yarn while her legs wove into wefts on the loom.
Astonished, Yosaku slowly backed away. He held great respect and was humbled. The spider honored him, the spider he saved from the snake. Weaving was her appreciation, her thanks for what he did. Such a fearless offer and such a powerful “Thank You”. He quietly walked to his rice field.
The snake crawled from the cotton and watched the spider weave. She ate the last of the cotton; she was full and heavy.
The snake struck!
The spider jumped, slowly and awkwardly landing on the edge of the window. The snake flung himself upward and slid beside her. She jumped into the air.
The snake jumped and fell into the dried leaves outside the hut.
The Sun watched and sent a ray of light to the spider, who caught the light, climbing as fast as she could.
Full of cotton, the spider slowly crawled up the ray.
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