Post by anna on May 27, 2009 14:14:54 GMT -5
I was bored.
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One day Nim came across a spider.
"Good morning, Madame," she said - for all Spiders are Madames, no doubt about that, and one does not forget one's manners with a Spider.
"Good morning, dear," said the Spider.
"It is a fine web you are making." Nim said politely.
"Ah - it is the fifth I've had to make today," said the Spider sorrowfully.
"No matter how many times I try, they are always broken!"
"That is terrible," Nim said, instantly feeling sorry for the Spider. " Why would someone break something of such beauty?"
The Spider simply sighed.
"I am an artist," she said sadly, "I create because I love to create."
Nim nodded gently.
"But to Men, I am a pest. They scream and shout and yell 'Argh! There's a spider on the wall!' and then they chase after me with a stick. It is all very distressing."
Both were silent, except for Spider's absent-minded twiddling.
"I understand," Nim said finally, "that you are chased away from your work by people who do not enjoy your company?"
"That is true, yes."
"Then perhaps you could make your creations somewhere where nobody goes?"
The Spider looked up at Nim, confused.
"Pardon?"
"Then you could create all you wanted, and the men wouldn't break them."
The Spider gave another sigh.
"I see you are wise, young girl. But you see..." she said, nodding appreciatively, "If I hide my work, who will be there to admire it?"
To this, Nim simply replied,
"If I create for the love of creating, I will have no need of people admiring my creations as long as I an happy with them. That's all there is to it."
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One day Nim came across a spider.
"Good morning, Madame," she said - for all Spiders are Madames, no doubt about that, and one does not forget one's manners with a Spider.
"Good morning, dear," said the Spider.
"It is a fine web you are making." Nim said politely.
"Ah - it is the fifth I've had to make today," said the Spider sorrowfully.
"No matter how many times I try, they are always broken!"
"That is terrible," Nim said, instantly feeling sorry for the Spider. " Why would someone break something of such beauty?"
The Spider simply sighed.
"I am an artist," she said sadly, "I create because I love to create."
Nim nodded gently.
"But to Men, I am a pest. They scream and shout and yell 'Argh! There's a spider on the wall!' and then they chase after me with a stick. It is all very distressing."
Both were silent, except for Spider's absent-minded twiddling.
"I understand," Nim said finally, "that you are chased away from your work by people who do not enjoy your company?"
"That is true, yes."
"Then perhaps you could make your creations somewhere where nobody goes?"
The Spider looked up at Nim, confused.
"Pardon?"
"Then you could create all you wanted, and the men wouldn't break them."
The Spider gave another sigh.
"I see you are wise, young girl. But you see..." she said, nodding appreciatively, "If I hide my work, who will be there to admire it?"
To this, Nim simply replied,
"If I create for the love of creating, I will have no need of people admiring my creations as long as I an happy with them. That's all there is to it."
