The flower spider found himself lost upon an expanse
of a rough and bumpy surface.
Fate brought him indoors hidden within a group
of cut flowers laid upon the table.
A large hand lifted the flowers into a water filled vase.
In fear of being crushed he jumped and landed on a foreign object.
He was more exposed than before.
His yellow body and dark black legs were in sharp contrast
to this bleached white terrain he fell upon.
He sensed a hand and eye getting closer, and he froze in fear.
He heard a clicking noise and saw a flash of light.
He was frightened and yet still alive.
He felt a rising. The surface he was on was being lifted.
He felt a slight breeze. Everything was moving. He held on tight.
They were moving toward the sun. He could feel the heat.
A finger reached out and lightly flicked him.
He lost his grip and he went flying.
In an instant he landed softly on the grass.
He ran for his life and quickly found cover.
He thanked his lucky stars that his life was spared.
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