On The 11th Day of Christmas Rough Fang Gave To Me…

A Poptropica Christmas Story! Note: This is actually a repost of a story I wrote last year for Poptropican Awesomeness. The blog got deleted but I was able to save this story.

It was the Christmas Eve of 1997. A time for cheer, merriment and happiness. On this festive day, the people of Early Poptropica Island….were dashing home in utter terror.

The people stampeded through the snow-paved streets, shepherding the children back into the safety of their homes. They braved the blizzard, obsessed with keeping themselves and their loved ones away from the creature that haunted them…..so much that they didn’t even notice the little orphan girl who was left alone in the dust. Or rather, snow.

As they all reached the warmth and comfort of their houses, this girl was left stranded out in the open. She had no choice but to wander about in the icy cold, seeking shelter.

She persevered for a while, but the cold and the fatigue proved to be too much for her, and the poor girl collapsed face first on the snow.

The giant spider marched forward, its eyes darting about. Why was it so much colder than usual? And more importantly, where had all the people and livestock gone? It was hungry. So very hungry. But there was no prey anywhere in sight.

Then suddenly, the giant spider spotted something moving in the snow. Fixating on the creature, the giant spider creeped slowly and carefully towards it, getting ready to pounce on its tasty snack. When the creature made no attempt to escape, the curious spider crawled closer to examine what it had found.

To its surprise, the spider found itself looking at a little girl lying face down in the snow. The giant spider flipped the girl over with its leg. Her face was as white as the snow that surrounded her.

She was still alive, but seemingly unconscious. The skinny little girl was wearing a torn, dirty T-shirt that looked like it had been fished out of a dumpster and a ratty pair of   denim jeans. No wonder she was knocked out. The child must have been freezing to death, alone on the street.

The spider cocked its head. The girl was too skinny to even make a decent snack, but she would have to do for now. After all, a spider’s got to eat.

But as the spider prepared to sink its fangs into the poor orphan, it hesitated. It couldn’t help but wonder why no one had stopped to help this little girl. After all, they had the time to hide all their delicious delicious livestock.

And this girl was so young, so innocent, so…..alone.The giant spider certainly knew what that felt like. It was winter. Most of the sewer spiders had died, leaving behind only their eggs. It happened every year. Every winter.

Every Christmas.

The girl lay at the giant spider’s feet, almost motionless. The giant spider looked down on the orphaned child, and picked her up. The spider turned and crawled back where she came from-the sewers.

As she squeezed into her home sweet home with the girl on her back, she felt a rush of warmth wash over her. Compared to the outside world, it was really warm in the sewers. In a matter of seconds, the little girl started moving again.

Her teeth chattered non-stop and she couldn’t stop shivering. Thinking quickly, the giant spider wove a silken blanket and wrapped the pale little girl in it.

A feeling of warmth blanketed the girl’s entire body, and she found herself getting better. Soon, she had stopped her shivering, and had drifted into a long, deep sleep.

The spider was still absolutely starving of course, but as the little girl snuggled up next to her, clinging to her leg for warmth and protection, she felt better. Maybe because she knew in her heart that she would never have to spend another Christmas alone again.

Or maybe because she and the girl both got what they wanted for Christmas-a family to call their own.

And so the two of them slept there, snuggling up to each other-a mother and daughter on Christmas Eve.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story! 


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