Charlotte swung gently from the barn roof, focusing three of her beady arachnid eyes onto her new friend. She felt sad about what she must do to Wilbur, but hadn’t she just explained the ways of life to him? It was part of the natural progression of things.
She jumped, spraying a perfect light line of silvery grey behind her as she glided down onto the pig’s face. The vibration of his snoring was like a an earthquake to the small spider, but she had eight legs to help her balance as she crawled up towards his eyes. Wilbur was fast asleep, he wouldn’t feel a thing.
Gently she curled in her legs and dug under his eyelids, slipping round the back of his bulbous sleeping eyes, she gently burrowed through some connective tissue whilst spraying her anaesthetic bodily fluid behind her. Soon she reached the liquid cavity between Wilbur’s skull and brain. She strained as she dropped her egg sac against the pig’s frontal lobe. The warm damp dark would make a perfect place for her brood to start their lives.
Charlotte thought about what she had done as she made her way out through the pig’s eyes and back up the wall to her web on the roof. It would be a week before they hatched, her young awakening to devour Wilbur’s fleshy brain from the inside, causing the stupid pig massive pain as he’d collapse in a shuddering mess. Charlotte would miss Wilbur, but she was also looking forward to the hatching, it was the way of things.



