"You want to know my purpose? Well, my purpose, if it ever were clear, escapes me now, here in your web," said the fly to the spider.
"Come, come, now. Something must come to mind, given the gravity of your situation," replied the spider, gently plucking the gossamers, like an angel playing a harp.
"Nope. Nothing. I got nothing," said the fly.
"Really," said the spider in utter disbelief. "Not a single thing?"
"Nada," said the fly, a slight shrug delivered with the word.
The spider heaved a heavy sigh, deeply disappointed with the little fly.
No depth, thought the spider. No understanding. Not a light bulb to be seen.
"You know what," said the spider. "I've lost my appetite."
With that the spider did an about-face and left.
As soon as the spider was out of sight, a sparrow swooped down and ate the fly.
The End
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