Sunday

culture

Everything was dark. Very dark.
But in a corner of the garden there was a tiny light (almost imperceptible).
It was a firefly caught between the web knitted by a spider.
Without even thinking, she broke the web to let the firefly free. The little insect escaped.
After a few minutes, the spider came and saw that had lost its victim and that its web had been destroyed.
The insect began to knit again.
In the dark, she felt happy but a little guilty. She felt that the spider, with its little eyes, was looking at her with hate.

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