Sleepy... sleepy.
This Acromantula had been sick and tired of being good. No feasting on the hoomans. Especially the tall ones. They were dangerous, holding broken, pointy pincers. So scary... but the little ones? They had been foolish. There was no such thing as an edge of the forest once they passed the pearly gates and walked along the pathway beneath the tall trees. He had been bored of watching from above and had wanted to head back to his web to feast on leftovers. That horse-like creature that clopped along lacked any meat to feast on. Click, click, click.
What was this? A fresh little one running away? Coated in yellow dressing? Oh no, no, no... They should have stayed with their fellow hoomans. So, he dropped down just before they could reach the barrier gates far from the castle.
"Hello... lunch." The pincers had been ready as he pounced! But first... he had wanted to take this appetizer for a spin.
Hehehe.
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