nature's jewelsby
tateComment by K3Master: She had worked so hard, and had finally gotten everything arranged just so. It was to be her finest moment. Her grandest accomplishment. She just knew, she had that magic feeling, that everything was going to go her way this year.
For days she had slaved, getting every droplet just right. Just so. For days she had carried each and every drop of water for yards and yards across the open grass, from the puddle down the way, and had placed them ever so carefully, not even nudging her web in the slightest.
Now, it was done, and the Arachnid Days Fair was mere hours away, and nobody had a better display than her! Nobody!
Then, she heard it, and a sick feeling grew in the depths of her stomach, for she knew that sound. A buzzing. Faint at first, but growing louder by the moment. A buzzing, and a whisp of wind announcing its presence. No! Not now! Not...
... before she could react, it slammed into her web. Into her masterpiece. Into all her hard work. It hit that web and the droplets scattered in a rain of liquid and destruction, and she screamed.
It was all in ruins, and as the judge of the web-decorating event passed by, he merely shook his head and wrote one single line on his form, a line that said:
Fly caught in web. Cliche. Uninteresting.
And she sobbed.
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