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| Spiders. | |
| By Diddi | ||
| 17 March 2008 | ||
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This is a dialogue piece, so I've put it in comedy scripts. If its the wrong place, let me know and I'll move it. I was tempted to use non fiction, but Bob is on this site too.  "Mornin' Bob." I said as I put his first mug of instant coffee before him. He held the mug between his hands, staring blearily at me. "Put your glasses on so you can see me." I said. "Right." Another sip of coffee masked the rest he had to say. It didn't matter, I wasn't listening anyway. "Spiders." "Huh?" "I said 'Spiders', Bob." "What's wrong with spiders?" sip. "We have 'em, Bob." "So, what do you want me to do with the spiders, then?" Another sip from the mug. "I am so glad you asked, Bob. When you have finished in the paddocks, and you come in for lunch, can you get the cobweb broom and remove the spiders and the webs please?" "What, right now?" "No, at lunch time, Bob." "Why can't you do 'em then? I'm busy." "Oh, Bob, you know I'm terrible scared of spiders. I can faint at the sight of a spider coming near me. Me heart goes all of a flutter, it do." A deep sigh echoed across the kitchen, around the old stove and startled a sleeping dog. "I'll see what I can do, love. With all the calves being born, and the ground to plough, now that we've had a bit of rain, I could be a bit pushed for time." "That's all right love, the spiders will be here for you tonight, don't worry." "Well, Lis, best be going now, if I'm fighting big bad spiders later." Bob whistled, and three dogs bounded out to the old truck. "Oh Bob, I shall put your favourite tea on tonight." I called. "Yeah, and what'll that be? Not-so crispy-fried sausages I hope. Blooming spiders, always the same; they come and the house goes to pot." " Get in the Truck, Dogs!"
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