Carefully, the old, spindly spider scuttled along the web-strewn floor and turned at the last second to observe fifty black, immobile, beady spectacles glaring dubiously at it. The spider didn't like getting looked at. It shuffled nervously on it's white spiky legs and, very slowly, shifted out of the deafening line of sight of the squad of spiders. It's family were expecting it soon, and he didn't want to be late. Grabbing hold of the web connector, it swayed to and fro like a diamond on a golden necklace and finally, pushed itself through the great mass of sticky strings. Inside was a kleptomaniac spider, one of the rarest in the damaged run-down hut. It was grabbling with the small gold item tucked in some web, when a huge black lump heaved itself onto the web...