The sun was just about to rise on another summers day, the early morning dew dampened the fresh air. In a small wood not too far away was a spider, finishing off the last threads of its intricate web. The spider moved towards its hiding place, ready to see what would come its way.
Not too far away in the distance was a fly, scratching its head, warming itself up with the rays of a new days sun, ready to take flight, to look for nourishment for its weary body sapped, by several harsh days of sun.
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