Carefully thousands of spiders pushed and heaved heavy stones the colour of snow up the amazingly steep hill to den. There were at least fifty entrances to this particular den but they chose the one half forgotten and covered with deep jade ivy.
"White stones, you found white stones. White?" Their leader questioned them as the troupe melted into the background of the camp. "We spend all last moon looking for white stones. You say you look every where but now 3 moons later you find WHITE!" This was the tribe of stones, their prized object . They when over joyed.
"White stones, you found white stones. White?" Their leader questioned them as the troupe melted into the background of the camp. "We spend all last moon looking for white stones. You say you look every where but now 3 moons later you find WHITE!" This was the tribe of stones, their prized object . They when over joyed.