Mr. Arachnid is a friendly, but misunderstood spider who lives in the crook of an old oak tree just outside of NEW YORK CITY. He was very happy there. Every day was the same as the day before and the day before that, and the…well, you see what I mean. The web shakes, you wake up, and you eat a bug. Ah, yes… life was good for our misunderstood friend. But, this was all about to change.
Mr. Arachnid woke up one morning to a very loud noise. His web shook like it never had before, but there was nothing trapped inside. What is going on, he wondered?
Suddenly another loud crash!! His web shook even more than the first time. “What is happening here?” Mr. Arachnid shouted! Another CRASH, another THUD, then BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZzzz…and a cRAsH, BaNG, THuD. “OH MY! The trees! The trees are falling down—one by one! Down, down, down!”
Mr. Arachnid worried: What if the tree my web is in falls down, too? Whatever will I do? Oh, whatever will I do? I will have no home. I will have no food! I will have no place to sleep! What shall I do?
Then, a strange...but, wonderful thing happened. Mr. Arachnid had a great idea—a greater than great idea…a SUPER, STUPENDOUS, COLOSSAL, BIGGER than BIG idea. What if, he thought, I leave this place and travel the world. Maybe, I’ll meet new friends, and together we can stop this madness.
Our hairy little friend didn’t know for sure how he was going to go about leaving the old oak tree, but he knew he had to try. “Who can help me?” Mr. Arachnid wondered. “Maybe my friend Little Brown will have an idea.”
Only one tree over, there lived a very unlikely friend of Mr. Arachnid’s—Little Brown—the Little Brown Bat, who just so happened to be on his way over to see if Mr. Arachnid knew what all the noise was that was shaking his roost and keeping him awake. After all, he was up all night eating bugs, and he needed to get to sleep…And, who could sleep with all this noise?
“Good morning, Mr. Arachnid.” “Little Brown! Little Brown! Come look and see…the trees…the trees are falling down. What is happening?” While watching the trees fall, first one, then another, Mr. Arachnid told his friend all about the idea he had. Little Brown said, “I’ll help, too!” “Let’s make a plan. Who do we know who can help us?”
The words no sooner left Little Brown’s mouth when, “OWWWWW, owwww” from out of the brush, around the bottom of the old oak tree, sprang yet another friend of Mr. Arachnid and Little Brown’s. It was Edowrd T. Gray Wolf.
“Edword! Edword! Come and see! See what is happening!” The three unlikely friends sat and watched as one tree fell, then another, and yet another. Down. Down. Down. As they watched, Mr. Arachnid and Little Brown filled Edword in on their plans. Edword shouted, “OWWWWW! I’m in!”
Even though the unlikely three had no idea what to do next, they knew they were going to do something.