The procession of spiders

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The procession of spiders into the diningroom a huge 'H' of tables, Bernard crept after them, kerry followed. Diarmuid and his wife on the chairs along the side, sat eating cake. The arachnids scuttled directly for them.
Bill peered through the louvre window, eight limbed, sopping wet, two rubied, one emerald, the gorgeous mrs N.Nanar, with him. Stephen lept, Hattie lept, Tony jumped the rivelets of fire died, and the curtain rolled its last. Stephen 'Hoorah'. The Gavins, leap accross, the table, and Diarmuid heads for the hall. Kerry 'food', Bill 'Oh terrific spread'. Kerrys gaze fixed on a gigantic spider, ejecting 4 feet yellow liquid jets, turns back, leans arm, throws cake, hits bernard, and 'splish' the spider wriggles, fump to the floor. A scotch egg sails back. Bernard lifted his head to see the queen atop a tiered cake. 'Kerry!'.To Be Cont........
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