How Spiders Came To Be

 

How Spiders Came To Be
by Mushroom Montoya

 

Would ye be knowin’

That the Good Lord be puttin’

A plentiful abundance of Spiders

Upon the Earth?

 

And would ye be knowin’ why?

I not be tellin ya a lie

For me story be as true

As the sky above ye be blue.

 

Once upon a long time ago

The Good Lord heard

The prayers and the please

Of the Earth Walking people.

 

Who be cryin’ and complainin’

That all of their bright red blood

Was getting’ sucked out and drunk

By tiny flying beasts

 

With long skinny beaks

Who’d land on their skin for feasts

And stab their arms and legs

To suck out their delicious red blood.

 

So, the Good Lord took pity

On the whining, complain’

Earth Walking people

And told them he’d find a solution.

 

He called out to all the other Earthlings

Asking them who was willing to help.

When a along came a coyote

Wearing her wide toothy grin,

 

Asking the Good Lord

What she would win

If she could solve the problem

Of the Earth Walking people.

 

The Good Lord put his hand

Over his mouth

To keep from laughin’

At what conivin’ idea

 

He expected trickster coyote

Would want to do.

So, the Good Lord nodded

His acceptance to listen..

 

He nodded to Coyote,

“I’ll give ye a power

To hide and adapt

To whatever befalls ya.”

 

Coyote hooted and howled a delight

Telling the Good Lord he had a bright

And smart idea

To catch the tiny flying beasts.

 

“I highly recommend,”

Coyote did say,

“That ye create a critter

That can make its own net

 

With which to catch

The blood sucking beasts

Who like to hold feasts

On the skin of the Earth Walking people.”

 

Coyote used his paw

To make a drawing in the dirt

He drew a pretty round net

And smack in the middle

 

He drew a what looked like a fiddle

With eight skinny legs

“Ye can give her the power

To make her own nets

 

To catch the tiny flying beasts

And let her have her own feasts

On whatever she catches

In her almost invisible net.”

 

The Good Lord’s eye twinkled

His lips spread apart

Into a very mischievous grin

And with nothin’ more

 

Than a simple nod

An eight-legged creature appeared

And stared up at the Good Lord

But when it jumped up

 

Coyote did scream

And fell over backward

Laughin’ and howlin’

And being pleased with herself.

 

“Please make her scary lookin’

But also make her pretty.

Make her smart.

And make her witty.”

 

And the Good Lord said,

“You’ve done it again

My silly little friend

What would you like to call her?”

 

Coyote rubbed his chin

And then he did grin.

His eyes grew wider.

“Let’s call her, spider.”

 

So, now ye be knowin’

Why the Good Lord

And clever coyote trickster

Created the mosquito eating spider.

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