It's time to fathom the impossible, it's time to get to work - she said.

Where to begin? She circled her evironment thrice before dawn.

With the might of eight little legs she sprang from the safety of the wall flying through the air. The

uncertainty of her trajectory was satisfied as she landed on the adjacent leaf.

16 times more she flew.

The setting was perfect for her. The real work then began.

Laying the format over and over again.

The need to survive sang in her ears.

Lunch satisfied her hard work.

The unconventionality of instinct made the day worth it.

With the setting of the sun she slept

and then it all began again.