One autumn night, I fell asleep and had a dream.

At night, I was surrounded by a swarm of spiders. I struggled and shouted desperately. Then an artificial spider bit me. I lost consciousness in a daze. When I woke up, I found that I was a little spider. From then on, I can only live a life of eating people's blood every day. In this way, year after year passed, and I grew bigger and bigger. With my hard work and wisdom, I became a brave general, commanding thousands of spiders and ants. In the evening, we go out to look for food together. During the day, we keep weaving nets, hoping that the bigger we weave, the more prey we catch. Some spiders hide in caves and wait until their prey comes before spraying poisonous gas. Ant soldier helped me with the hidden weapon. One day after I became a general for two years, our enemy butterfly finally came. They have bows, arrows, swords and shields in their hands. We are all athletes from Qiang Bing. We spit silk to prepare hidden weapons and defeat them. Later, their king came out with a sword in his hand and a dagger and ten darts hanging from his belt. Ah, the king died crying …

Later, I became the spider king.

The story of me and the little animals-grandma's big cat.

Grandma has a big cat at home. Eight years old, equivalent to 50 years old. Obviously, it is already a "grandfather". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and climbing trees in the house is not a problem.

This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly yellow-brown with gray and black stripes between it. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.

This big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats when it sleeps, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I picked up a willow branch and rushed into the room to teach it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out despondently. I followed it outside, thinking that it had repented and wanted to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine.

Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw the "slacker" sitting in my position and eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed hard. "hey!" It just can't get down! I'll give you something powerful. I called my uncle and he knocked the slacker to the ground at once. This time, the slacker seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood". I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cabinet. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. When I look carefully, there is a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. At this time, the slacker rolled his eyes at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if he were demonstrating.

This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still "brave and fearless"!