I never thought I would be…well tricked.  I mean I am a legendary trickster.  I was able to tricked Death and fool many others.  I thought I was the best at what I do, until I met Henry.

            I will tell you now that this isn’t going to be a cute, little spider story.  I admit most of the time I am a spider, but my story takes place as me as a human.  I met Henry on the streets of New York (there are tons of people to trick).  I was trying to scheme this lady into giving me money for the F.S.P Foundation (Funny Scheme Plan).  What was funny was that she thought she was helping homeless ferrets.

            Henry came up to me and the lady and said,” You know he is tricking you.  This foundation doesn’t even exist”.  The woman thought about it then said, “ You’re right.  Give me back me money”.  She grabbed her money right out my hand and stomped off.  I turned toward Henry and said, “ Was that necessary?” “ Yes.  I want to show you show you something”.

            I only knew Henry for a couple of weeks.  We met while tricking this old man into giving us money for I.A.F. (Idiots Awareness Foundation), but he thought he was giving it to an orphanage in Spain.  Henry was good at persuading the man, just to good.

            We went to this strange apartment building.  It had an old façade and was surrounded by dead trees.  We went to his apartment and I was shocked.  The room was white, pure white.  Everything in the room was white, from the carpet to the walls.  Henry turned toward me and said, “ I really like the color white.  It’s a great color, especially the way it looks on bones”.

            I was startled by how he said that.  He went to the cabinet and pulled out a…skull.  “ I collect bones, Anansi.  I love collecting the bones of scheme artists.  They give such a great shine”.  I was appalled.  (I mean I am a scheme artist).  I said,” So…do you kill them”.  “ Yes, I murder them, melt the flesh of their bones, and keep their bones as trophies.  Now, I will steal you bones.  Your bones should luminance the brightest”.

            He tackled me to the ground.  Then I saw the knife in his hand.  I tried fighting him, but that wouldn’t work.  He’s a big guy, and I just a small, black boy.  (Sometimes I chose the worse human form).  I was going to have to do what I was good at: trickery

            “ Henry, my friend, do me one last favor.  Would you just put me to sleep before you take my bones?  Then, I will not mind letting you have my remains”.  Henry loosened his hold on me and said, “ Sure, for old time’s sake”, and went into the other room.  That idiot left his knife with me and I was ready to strike.  He came back with two sleep inducers and said, “ Ready?”  “ Yeah I’m ready”, I said and ran against him with the blade. I cut deep into his hand and he looked really surprised that someone as small as me could do so much damage.  I was able to escape, but at a cost.

            I never saw Henry again.  They never found him. It was said there was over 1,000 bones in Henry’s apartment when the investigators searched his home, one of those being my own arm.