Our friend Murray, Chapter 5

As our friend Murray-the-spider began collecting himself on the limb of the tree which had saved him from the water and the fish below him, he also began collecting his thoughts.

“What are you thinking, Murray?”

“Oh, I am pondering the natural order of life.”

“That is a mighty large issue to ponder.”

“Well, it is so I can consider my next steps.”

“And what next steps might those be?”

“Those are some of the thoughts of which I am collecting to ponder.”

“Any final certainty of thoughts and ponderings considered?”

“Well, yes, I am settled on settling down for the evening. It has been quite a day so far, and while I have traveled very far indeed, I know that I am home, home where I should be for today, and ready for the next steps on the next day tomorrow.”

“So you are going to stay here on this limb of this tree today?”

“Well, yes, I have decided I will do so. You see, the traveling, especially the latter splishing and splashing in the rough waters have left me rather tired from the experience.”

“I can imagine.”

“So I believe I shall stay here for the night, get some needed rest, nourish myself, and get to know my new home in this area of the forest.”

“Sounds like you have collected yourself and collected your thoughts and pondered a great deal and concluded on a sensible decision.”

“Why thank you. I do try to consider all the options and do what I believe is most natural.”

And with that, our friend Murray began to weave a small web of a new home on the limb of the tree which had saved him. The web was constructed through the silk in his body from the limb to a leaf to another limb to another leaf to the limb back again. Within our friend Murray’s new web he fashioned a sparkling array of geometrical circles and triangles and rectangles which all fashioned into a large sparkling home for use where he was on the limb of the tree from which he was saved from the waters below.

Now, after finalizing his new home, our friend Murray could rest, sit back in the corner of his home, think back to all that has happened, and breathe the life of the forest from which he lives.

The wind blew. The newly spun web tingled slightly by the strength of the wind. Our friend Murray continued to breathe and relax and enjoy his home, his new home, his home which was always with him, his home which was made by himself and was truly within himself physically and figuratively and metaphorically all the same. His home was his own.

Dusk was beginning to settle and our friend Murray knew that it was only a matter of time before he would have visitors in his home this night so he could entertain and feed and enjoy their company. And he also knew that upon his waking in the morning, he would have even more new friends to entertain and feed and enjoy.

Oh, how our friend Murray loved his home with-in home.