You are holding a small sign. It says, Help. You scream, Help. A spider comes. Thank you, it says, that’s what I have been trying to say. You hold the sign up a little higher. Another spider comes. Soon there are three thousand spiders. This might be it, a spider says. Yeah, its friend says. You hold the sign up even higher. The spiders watch as your arm extends past the tall grass and over a white orchid. The white orchid is a symbol for freedom. Higher, a spider yells. Higher, they chant. Their roar shakes the ferns. They stomp left right left, and the tiny sign, once so low to the ground, soars up through the jungle canopy. We did it, a spider yells. That’s the spirit.
