twisted tales of nursery rhymes (#2016wattys)

little miss muffet

Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet eating her curds and whey.
Along came the spider who sat down beside her and frightened miss muffet away.
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Miss muffet was a cheese maker she had cows and goat's that she would milk herself she would use the milk she milked by hand to make cheese by hand she also held classes in the local fairs teach the next generation her skills.
She would always have a bowl of the curds and whey for breakfast and every weekend she would sit in her garden to eat her breakfast there were two things miss muffet hated enough to be afraid of.  Spiders and silence. She always had soft music playing and so if it went off for any reason she would imidiatly close her eyes and hum when outside she would use the cell phone her friend had gotten her as a radio. As for spiders well like anyone with arachnaphobia she hated them any size any types and any where. She almost always ran screaming bloody murder when she saw one.
I guess that was one of the things he took advantage of. He always left little plastic ones around the place for her. On the pillow. In the cupboard. In the laundry. On the door step. She hated it but that was the fun bit for him. Calming her and growing the bond he would use to make her trust him. "Its ok dear it's only a joke dear I wouldn't ever let a real spider in dear" he would whisper.
One day he bought a robotic one. A large one.biggest and most realistic bot the shop had. And he put it on fishing line and lowered the moving spider robot next to miss muffet as she ate in the garden. He then used this as his opportunity to strike. Grabbing the knife hidden in the tree and he walked up behind miss muffet as she sobbed for his comforting words he had unplugged the radio's and destroyed the phone so it was silent and then he wrapped a hand around her neck and slit her throat "oh don't worry dear it's only a decoy" he whispered as she gagged and chocked drowning on her blood as it spilled from the wound oozing down her dress and apron. Miss muffet learnt that day her fear was not or spiders. It was of him the one putting them around for her. He was what she feard. He was what she hated. But I guessit a little to late for that discovery she was dead. She died at the hands of the one thing she hated and fears most.death. for he had bitten her and latched his poisonous fangs into her soul and verry being. She was dead before she had a chance.