by
Peter
his story starts when I was dropped into my new cage. My new home. Oh, by the way, my name is Crazy Cricket.Anyway, I was in the cage with my friends. We had the cage all to ourselves. Or so I thought. Suddenly, I saw something walking toward us. We all ran. The "something" had eight legs. It was black with red circles around its legs. It came up to me. I thought it was going to eat me. But all it did was say "Hi. I'm Spock. I'm a tarantula." I shook its hand. "Hi, I'm Crazy Cricket," I said. I was still a little nervous, because she was a lot taller than me. Soon we got to be good friends. We played games every day. There was lots of noise in the house where our cage was, though. There was a baby in the house. It cried a lot. But other than that, we were quite happy. Spock had to eat, so she ate the crickets I didn't like. So Spock and I played a lot of games. We played hide and go seek, but she wasn't very good at it because she was so big. But one day, something bad happened. She was getting really tired and couldn't play. I asked what was wrong. But she would always change the subject. Soon she was so tired that she could hardly do anything. Mostly she just sat there. Later, I noticed she was imagining things. Not on purpose, but she said Hi to me somewhere that I wasn't. I kept asking what was wrong. But she wouldn't tell me. I was getting very bored. But we could still talk to each other at least. But one day, we couldn't even talk. All her energy seemed to have been drained out of her. Then it happened. Spock couldn't talk, move or do anything. The people in the house were crying. I didn't know why. Then it hit me. Spock was dead. I started to cry too. When the people weren't looking, I jumped out of the cage and left the house. I couldn't stand to see Spock unless she was alive. So I left the house, crying. I was very sad. But here I am now, telling you this story, remembering Spock. Bye!
Join our Beanstalk project
Send comments to: Peter
