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The
icy stars twinkled on into the purple
night as Granma and Julio tossed and turned
in hammock fits, trying not to fall into each
other. They finally gave up and were flopped
over one another, sinking down in the middle.
Creak, creak . . . The willow switch was stretching
but seemed to be holding alright, although
they were getting lower and lower to the ground.
Muff was no where to be seen. Maybe she was
the smart one of the bunch.
Granma turned her head and pulled the soft
furry pillow underneath her neck. It was warm
and comforting. Julio had a whole armful of
furry pillow against his side, holding it close
for warmth.
Even tho’ they slept fitfully, they slept a
long time. When the sunlight beamed through
the leaves, the sun seemed very high up. But
they hadn’t taken into account that they were
very high up also. Granma bolted upright thinking
it was very late in the morning. When she looked
over at Julio …. oh this will make you sick
… he was covered in a furry blanket of tarantulas.
Granma gave a muffled scream and started brushing
them off as fast she could … throwing them
everywhere, til she heard one of them speak.
It was a very definite female voice that said:
well, I never, in all my life! We were just
keeping you two warm! And that’s when Granma
noticed her own furry pillow and jumped right
out of the hammock about 4 feet into the air!
Julio only stirred slightly and grabbed another
armful of pillow. Granma could not stand the
site of them, even if they could talk! She
began using a leafy branch that she had broken
off and was swishy it over J, back and forth,
as fast as she could go. Well, that woke the
little tyke up. (He doesn’t like being called
a little tyke tho’.)
He opened his blurry eyes and said: "Far
out!" It was quite obvious that a hairy
tarantula had whispered something or another
in his ear. J hopped down out of the hammock
and very gently put the remainder of the spiders
down on the big rock. They didn’t bite. You could
see their green or yellow eyes looking right
at you and through you. Granma was still having
jeeminy fits when the hugest of all tarantulas
crawled up over the top of the rock and sorta
sat down. It actually folded and crossed it’s
legs and sat upon some of them, showing it’s
bare belly. Well as least there wasn’t any red
hour glass on it’s tummy, like some spiders in
Granma and Julio’s world.
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