A Theater of Sound

A theater of sound and of the loud fart. On stage, a spider and his spider bitch. Into a spider frock coat the paws are softly slipped. Like a cigar into a holder, the feet — into shovel shoes. And the spider hairdo — not his, but the bitch's, like a huge footnote, stands out loud and bright. Luxury all around. Everything shines, the outfits. She-spider, spider send each other scented glances. Guests. Thousands of them. Also in pairs, in armchairs. She-spider, spider. Not a free seat left. No idea what for they've gathered, to be honest. Maybe the spider suddenly got curious what this weird show is with the loud sound and the fart. Everyone's just having a ball — the spiders and their bitches.