Then Spider approached the den and found a nonchalant Mister Tiger licking his paws
- Cheers, Tiger mon ami, what are you up to these days? I thought you might be busy with your killings.
Mister Tiger smirked
- I do not need to hunt each and every day, Anansi. Now I recall you don´t mention that in any of your songs.You call me friend although you don´t praise my virtues, for nature shaped me as a hunter and a killer, just like you -or most of your versions- but not as evil.
Anansi rubbed three of his legs against each other, as stroked by a sudden itch.
- I just sang about your preference for cubs and defenseless animals.
- And yet I would not stalk you. Although I have deep respect for your poisonous nature, you could not hurt me, defenseless Spidey. But word to the wise, listen to this.
Mister Spider does n´t have eardrums, but sensitive hairs covering his eight legs. Thus, all of them became pointy and ready to listen to what Mister Tiger wanted to say:
- I long for sweet meat, which means I hunt for those who do not see me coming. Fear is not my friend, since the taste of fear is not proper for a good digestion, at least in my case. Otherwise I would not need any camouflage. Be fair, Spider, and think about your own way to hunt and kill, with your many eyes and your hairy legs. Who is then, the lord of the new tales, but the fear and the terror, shaped as an arachnid? I just unveiled your ultimate scam: negative advertising. Now go, write a hit -one which tells the truth, for once- and let me take my nap.
And off went Spider to live among us.
