Sun & Spider
One morning, the Sun got more than a little bit cross, and decided to stay in to sulk for a while.
It wasn’t entirely clear what had bothered her so, but she remained beneath the horizon and steadfastly refused to rise. No matter who called for her, no matter how they begged or prayed or threatened, she kept her distance and let the darkness creep across the hills. The people were at a loss and began to lose all hope.
However, Spider, who had been enjoying a nap in the dark and damp up to then, was awakened by a great bustling above her head, and slipped out of her web to see what in the world the people of the world were up to.
“Hey now,” she said, yawning. “Some of us are trying to sleep! What’s going on here? Why are we all running around in the middle of the night?”
“It’s not night; the Sun has left us,” said one of the people. “We think it may be the end of the world.”
“Well, whyever so?” asked Spider. “I’m sure the world will keep on even without the Sun. There’s a fish that lives deep, deep at the bottom of the sea where no light ever reaches, and it hasn’t even got any eyes, and it’s quite happy. And there’s a flower there, too, that never met the Sun in its life, and it’s the prettiest red color you’ll ever see. And me tell you about the little mushrooms in the densest, deepest forests—”
“But,” interrupted the person, “it’s the end for humans, at any rate.”
“What!” said Spider. “You lot are always going on about how you’re so awfully clever, but you say you can’t even think of a different way to live? Not even one?”
The people became a bit shifty at that and couldn’t seem to find a good way to answer, which Spider saw as a fine opportunity, because she loved nothing more than telling a good story or two. So she dug a little mound, plopped down on it, and started telling the people about those little mushrooms. And it seemed to her that in the blink of an eye, the Sun was pleasantly making her path across the sky as she did every dawn.
“Sun! What are you doing? I thought you were staying in,” said Spider, reluctantly stopping her tale. “Well, since you’re here, have you heard about the magic boxing crabs?”
“I heard laughter,” said Sun, “for the first time in ages, and wanted to see what could be so amusing even in this completely dark world.”
The people cheered that finally the Sun had returned, and Spider quietly skittered back to her little web, wondering to herself as she went.
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- Matthew Ellison
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