>you are an organism residing on the plane of physical existence
>as your mind does not function by human standards you have no means by which to narrate your existence
>for simplicity's sake we will assume that you exhibit human-like sentience
>you are a spider
>you live in a beautiful tree in the middle of an equally beautiful forest
>your late husband impregnated you against your will the other day
>he was delicious
>unfortunately this means you will have to relocate
>your delightful home is not properly equipped for the millions of tiny spider spawn you will have soon
>you are contemplating your next move when your spider equivalent of ears registers some unusual noises
>"Ooh, pwetty wed tingies on twee!"
>"Aw nummies? Need nummies fow babehs!"
>these noises sound somewhat familiar
>some large, bright orange creatures with big sticks were passing through a few weeks ago and were making noises like these
>your husband recognized the noises and called them "humans"
>these sounds are different though, more high pitched and simple
>you do not understand them anyway
>against your better judgement you slowly creep out of your hollow home and into your depressingly empty web
>six brightly colored creatures sit at the bottom of your tree, they do not seem to notice you
>they are very strange and you have never seen anything like them before
>your husband would probably have known about them
>perhaps you should not have been so hasty to devour him after the mating
>one of the creatures is slightly swollen and has three smaller creatures curled into its fluffy coat
>though you do not know these creatures you surmise the small ones are offspring
>they are still far larger than you so you settle down and watch them for a while as they do not appear to be a threat
>with your hyper-advanced spider eyes you note that the offspring have small odd protrusions on their mouths
>they are not unlike your own fangs though of a much lighter color; this piques your interest
>one of the creatures sniffs at the nightshade bush next to your tree
>"Mmm, wed nummies smeww pwetty an' sweet!"
>the creature chomps down on a mouthful of berries from the bush, chewing them happily
>"Sewfis fwuffy take aww nummies! Giv to mumma fow baybeh miwk!"
>the swollen one barges through the others and devours most of the berries, prompting the others to follow suit
>these berries have been a great detriment to predators
>you climb down to the bush a few minutes later and inspect the situation
>all of the creatures are lying mostly dead on the ground
>a sickly green fluid is bubbling up from their throats
>you climb up onto the swollen one making sure to avoid the toxic slime flowing from the orifices of her face
>as you expected the three offspring are still asleep in their mother's fluff having not eaten any berries
>you slowly approach one of the dozing fluffies and inspect its face, prodding it with one of your forelegs
>the creature's eyelids slowly rise and it lets out a long yawn
>it looks around momentarily before noticing you and bearing its fanged teeth in a wide smile
>"Mumma, new fwuffy fwiend hab lotsa leggies! Hewwo new fwiend!"
>the unexpected noise and a faceful of fluffy breath has thoroughly startled you
>you lash out at the creature, driven by an instinctual urge to protect your unborn offspring
>your fangs and pinprick legs slash bloody lines through the thin skin on the foal's face
>you appear to have ruptured one of its fragile eyes as it begins gushing blood
"Owwies! Mumma hewp! Dawk! Huwt! Mumma!"
>the foal shouts incoherently for a few seconds before falling silent from blood loss and your potent venom
>unfortunately its tirade has caused the other fanged foals to awaken aswell
>"Why lowd?" "Mumma!" "Hungy!"
>their noise and sickly sweet breath agitates you further and you quickly silence the other foals in similar ways
>with the loud noises finally silenced you now have the patience to inspect the teeth of the dead foals
>sure enough, each one has small rounded fangs of varying size protruding from their tiny mouth
>you did not observe this on the mouth of any of the larger fluffies, this is quite the oddity
>the smell of foal breath still lingers
>you try to wipe it off by running around in the dew-slicked grass
>you can still smell it, but it's not from you
>it's coming from somewhere else
>your spider sense tingles and you decide to investigate
>you trek for many spider-hours across many spider-miles
>about six minutes and ninety meters
>when you finally arrive at the source of the odor your eight glorious eyes behold a sight like nothing they have seen before
>a severely malnourished foal looking to be from the same pack as the three you just saw is lying in the grass
>its head is being held up by two massive fangs far larger than the ones on the previous creatures
>its outer fluff is a dark grey and matted down with dirt and excretions
>flies buzz noisily around its barely decomposing remains
>it is perfect
 
>now that everything is finally prepared you settle down for a rest
>you're much more tired than you think you should be
>you devoured the maggots in the foal's eyesockets and deposited your eggs
>they will be warm and safe in the cranium of your final home
>its imposing fangs keep away predators
>its decomposing remains attract prey and can even be used for food in some of the softer areas
>though it is physically impossible for you to smile you can't help but feel a sense of spider satisfaction
>as an endless sleep overtakes you you contemplate how this mysterious creature has helped you without ever knowing it
>with your last thought you wish to silently thank these unknown creatures that have become your best friends
>you can't actually do that though
>you are a spider