4th ❦ tea party in the garden.
[Open on the desk and right by her face but she doesn't seem to care. She's too busy grinning ear to ear at something, chin resting atop her desk, staring out curiously at her new guest.]
Seems I have a new pet... She's quite the hunter, but she doesn't like to run and catch.
Slothful and yet such a clever girl. Do you wish to hear a story while you wait?
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"
Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature!" said the spide-
Hmm~?
[Little dots appear across the pages. 8 at first that quickly grow into more.]
Nm, I always thought the fly was a terrible tease as well. This story does make my tummy rumble so...
[Chuckles.]
Lets get some treats. Something young and sweet~ Crunchies for you to! Bzzt Bzzt.
((ooc: The poem is called "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt. Yes, hers is a female black widow spider mostly made up of fragments of human souls from the she's taken and her own psychic ability since she has no soul of her own anymore. Oh, and yes, it to is very mad.))
Seems I have a new pet... She's quite the hunter, but she doesn't like to run and catch.
Slothful and yet such a clever girl. Do you wish to hear a story while you wait?
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"
Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature!" said the spide-
Hmm~?
[Little dots appear across the pages. 8 at first that quickly grow into more.]
Nm, I always thought the fly was a terrible tease as well. This story does make my tummy rumble so...
[Chuckles.]
Lets get some treats. Something young and sweet~ Crunchies for you to! Bzzt Bzzt.
((ooc: The poem is called "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt. Yes, hers is a female black widow spider mostly made up of fragments of human souls from the she's taken and her own psychic ability since she has no soul of her own anymore. Oh, and yes, it to is very mad.))