ring

...meanwhile,
back at the artichoke dip,
the flies were busy taking commands from the Matriarch.

"Hurry up now, hurry hurry hurry",
the Lady Of The Flies screached.

"we are doomed, my winged ones, for the eight-legged almighty will devour us soon,
but if you hasten, our little magglets might have a chance!"

The youngest of the flies decided to try and hide himself in the fly catcher,
above the bed along with his sister.

" Clarence!, You big dummie!, this is a DREAM catcher!",
his sister Clarice hissed.