I found her in the forest, where light and shadow romp in a fanciful dance; where timid light slinks away with a hint of a cloud in the sky; where earth is soft with moss and air is filled with the smells of tree bark and sap and damp dirt.
She was sitting motionless in her hammock that was spread among tree branches. I sat beside her and watched.
“You are staring,” she said with a hint of reproach.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to be rude.” I replied taking my eyes off her.
“You have to be quiet, or you’ll ruin my story.”
“Your story? I didn’t know… What kind of story is it?”
“This kind, “ She waved her skinny arm ambiguously.
“Can you tell it to me?” I pleaded, intrigued.
She looked at me bemused and shook her head.
“You are big, but you can’t see beyond the end of your nose. You’ve been looking at it all the while.”
She rolled her four pairs of eyes at my ignorance, and went back to spinning her web.