In the invisible strands of spider thread, a multitude of silky milkweed-like seeds had settled in. (They came from the gaping pelican-beak pod-halves of a cactus blossom, where they grew in thick clusters like furry tongues.)
The spider in charge hung above his hairy prey with hesitant mien: "Hmmn, if I were a vegetarian, these tiny parachutes would make for a gourmet feast. Now just HOW in the dickens do I get them dislodged from my web? They're cluttering up the strands and impeding my acquisition of proper dining fare." Lost in dense concentration, the 8-legged Sherlock hovered in mid-air.
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