Chapter 3
“David…Da-a-a-a-a-vi-i-i-i-i-i-d,” a russet-brown spider was singing in a tiny, child-like voice. “You haven’t been practicing your viola. You know what happens to strings when you don’t play them every day. They run all over the place!”
David opened his eyes to see that, yes, viola strings were zig-zagging all over the place. They had grown into a cobweb that was big enough to catch cows, and he was stuck dead smack in the middle of it like a human fly.
Well, he and a dairy cow with blonde hair done up in a bun, who mooed at him in a familiar female voice. “David, honey, would you go to the market to get some milk? I’m afraid I’m fresh out.”
“Of course, dear,” was all David could say.
“Let’s play Anansi Says!” cackled the spider, who danced across the web, creating musi
