I was dissected and I could not move anymore. I was hungry, but without my legs I could not move anymore to find any food. I lay there for a long time, but I felt something new. I felt a warmth and a gentle tugging and a it was a farmer who had seen me lying there and had decided to take me home. I was happy to be with the farmer and I felt safe.

We were able to cultivate a bond during the time I stayed with her and I am thankful for the time I got to spend talking to her and getting to know more about her and the region and the chance to explore different culture and cuisine and the chance to explore the local people and learn about their way of life.

I am thankful for the opportunity to travel to a new part of the country and to meet someone who comes from a different background and culture.

I am thankful that she was so willing to share her stories and experiences with me.

I am thankful that I could learn more about the history and culture of his region.

I am thankful for the hospitality she showed me during my stay.

I have eight legs. My legs have been dissected. My legs are missing. I can no longer walk. I am thankful for the hospitality. I am eight. I am a spider.

I have been here for two days.

The people here are kind.

They have given me a place to stay.

They have given me food and water.

I am eight.

Eight is enough.