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ACT 3: SPIDER & BUILDING

This thing (that I called wind) was blowing strongly northwards in this dark

night. I cast out a floating thread and using its current, I jumped high into the air

and parachuted onto the dark cold ledges of a tall red building.

Building: “Aahh!” I felt the building vibrate and grumble. I scattered along the edges.

Spider: “Hey, come on – I’m the weight of dust. Will you let me take shelter here

for a night? I’m just a transitory visitor – I’ll be gone when it becomes light

again.”

I looked inside to see a momentous occasion. Two tall gangly creatures were

getting tangled up in a dance. Bathed in a red glowing light, they tousled and

rolled around like flies in a coke can.

Building: “Ah no I’m complaining about the thudding happening inside my belly.

These parasites are rolling around inside me, they’re restless. One’s become very

wet just now. Hmm.”

Spider: “Ah what’s that.”