Despite being unaware of why the large crowd moved towards her home, Spider didn’t intend to stay and find out. She scurried off and hid within a nearby bush, which concealed her small form completely. Spider watched as the mob ran into the area, broke down her tree, and burned it to crisps! After this, she saw Fox move up from out of the crowd and shout into the air around him, “Leave, little Spider, and never come back! If you are going to be so selfish and useless to the forest and its inhabitants, then they doesn’t want you here anymore!” With that final statement, the mob dissolved, and all of the animals returned to their usual places.
For a spell, everything in the forest was peaceful once more. The animals were content with continuing their work, and most forgot about their revolt entirely with time. Every day, they would bring their leftover food to Fox, and he would keep it safe. At the end of each day, he would give some of it to those who needed help -- but not without helping himself to as much as he could eat first. Unaware of this, the other animals had no qualms, and all was well for them.
Not my problem...
One animal, however, was still not content. Although Spider never truly left the forest, she might as well have; she spent every day hiding in the bushes and moving from place to place, escaping detection from the other animals. Without a safe place to call home, Spider could never make a web and return to the quiet life of the past. Instead, she scavenged for scraps and leftover meals that were neither wanted nor remembered.
I can't just live in the bushes forever! I'll show them that I work helpful than they think!
During this time, the animals slowly noticed change within the forest. Every so often, one would hear loud buzzing, or one would suddenly get an itching feeling. At first, these incidents were infrequent, and most dismissed the buzzing and itching once they passed. In the course of a month, however, this occurred more and more often, to the point where many of the animals began to share their irritation with each other. When they realized that every one of them had experienced these problems, the animals decided to consult their leader for a solution.
Fox, who dwelled within a home made from stone, was never bothered by these things. When the animals told him about their problems, he said, “You all must be imagining things; I haven’t heard any buzzing, and the only reason I’m itchy is because it is so humid outside right now. If you focus on your work like I have, perhaps it won’t irritate you anymore.” Dissatisfied with their answer, the animals returned to their work and, despite what Fox said, they were still irritated even when they were busy.
Meanwhile, Spider was thinking about the day that the animals burnt down her home. She remembered how Fox called her unhelpful to the forest, and she wondered if that was really true. Was she really selfish and useless for catching pests instead of making food like the other animals? Spider would have pondered this question more, but another problem was at hand: she was becoming tired and could no longer keep up with this life in secret. Spider decided that, one way or another, she had to convince the animals that she wasn’t just a slacker and that she was useful.