Citation de missmolko1
Igraine woke up because something was crawling over her face. Something with a lot of legs. She opened her eyes and there it was, sitting right on the end of her nose, a fat black spider. Igraine was scared stiff of spiders.
"Sisyphus!" she whispered in a trembling voice. "Wake up, Sisyphus. Shoo that spider away!"
The cat raised his furry grey face from Igraine's stomach, blinked, stetched - and snapped up the spider from the end of her nose. One gulp, and it was gone.
"Did I say anything about eating it?" Igraine wiped cat-spit of her cheek and pushed Sisyphus off her bed.
"A spider on my nose," she muttered, throwing back the covers. "The day before my birthday too. That's not a good omen."
"Sisyphus!" she whispered in a trembling voice. "Wake up, Sisyphus. Shoo that spider away!"
The cat raised his furry grey face from Igraine's stomach, blinked, stetched - and snapped up the spider from the end of her nose. One gulp, and it was gone.
"Did I say anything about eating it?" Igraine wiped cat-spit of her cheek and pushed Sisyphus off her bed.
"A spider on my nose," she muttered, throwing back the covers. "The day before my birthday too. That's not a good omen."
