Short story

Dragonboy

The boy was staring at the spider's quick deliberate gestures running back and forth weaving her web, quietly doodling to herself. Her graceful rhythm arose his curiosity.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Hah?" the spider turned facing the boy.

"Why are you weaving?"

"Oh, that," the spider smiled. "It makes me free."

"I see," the boy said not seeing and continued watching. Then, when the web was almost finished, the boy ventured: "Would you teach me to weave a web?"

"What for?" the spider inquired.

"I don't know," the boy shrugged, "to make me free I suppose."

"Why would you want to be free in a web?"

"For the same reason you want to be free in a web," the boy said.

"That's a good reason," the spider declared and went on singing joyfully.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Why do you want to be free in a web?"

"I don't know," the spider replied.

"Who knows?"

"The golden dragon. Don't you even know that? Ask him."

"Where do I find the golden dragon?" the boy asked excitedly.

"I don't know," the spider mumbled, "ask around".

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