MRI Set 1 Book 9 inspection copy. - Piper Books BRI
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Adaptation by Emily Carter.<br />
‘Why Spiders Lurk in Corners’ based on the<br />
Nigerian folk tale ‘The Rubber Man’.<br />
Introduction of:<br />
Grapheme ‘or’ sound /er/ (word, work, world…)<br />
Mature Reading Instruction <strong>Set</strong> 1 <strong>Book</strong> 9<br />
Spider!
Instruction<br />
The only prompting required is ‘Say the sounds<br />
and read the word’. When help is needed, do<br />
nothing more than say: ‘The sound here is ’<br />
Insist on accurate reading at all times: each<br />
person differs but each must learn to handle the<br />
same Alphabetic Code.<br />
Don’t allow guessing – it is a very difficult habit<br />
to eradicate.<br />
Avoid explanations, hints, and other ‘help’.<br />
Ensure that attention is paid to ‘reading through<br />
the word’ – in particular with word endings.<br />
Encourage rereading of earlier books. This will<br />
increase confidence.<br />
Use the stories to develop vocabulary and<br />
communication after the reading.<br />
Why Spiders Lurk<br />
in Corners<br />
•<br />
Spider didn’t like hard work. In fact, Spider didn’t<br />
like work at all. All he wanted was to put all his<br />
legs up. Not that he’d confess to this, when all the<br />
living things within ten miles – men, oxen, cows,<br />
pigs, dogs, kids, spider-pals and all – slaved away<br />
on the farms from sun-up to sunset. They didn’t<br />
seem a bit upset about all these jobs they had to<br />
do. Yet whenever Spider had to slave away at this<br />
shocking ‘work’ stuff he just wanted to express his<br />
feelings by rolling around on the ground having a<br />
big tantrum.<br />
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It was spring and time to plant the crops. All the<br />
workers slogged away harder than ever on small<br />
plots of land. They pulled up weeds, dug up the<br />
ground, and planted seeds.<br />
All but Spider. He lay abed until midday. Then he<br />
rose to stuff his face before creeping to the shade<br />
of the trees. First he’d nap, then he’d gulp down a<br />
tot of rum. Now and then he’d roll onto his back<br />
and wave some legs at the sky, just for fun.<br />
* * * * *<br />
Spider had a wife, a sweet but ill-fated spider<br />
cowed by having a worthless husband who put her<br />
down all the time. Weeks and weeks of Spider’s<br />
slack and sluggish ways passed before she had the<br />
guts to drop the odd hint. Maybe he’d like to do<br />
a bit of digging and weeding and planting on the<br />
farm?<br />
‘Oh, there is still lots of time for all that!’ said<br />
feckless Spider, dismissing her words with a wave<br />
of his legs.<br />
‘Perhaps I can help you with the digging?’ Spider’s<br />
wife said in the meekest manner, after a day or<br />
three had passed without Spider doing a jot of<br />
work.<br />
‘Nag, nag, nag!’ snapped Spider. But by now all<br />
the workers were peering at him in the oddest<br />
way. So the next day he puffed himself up, waved<br />
around his spade, and yelled, ‘Woman! As I am<br />
weeding later, you be off to market to get a big<br />
bag of ground-nuts. Shell them and bake them<br />
and spice them for me to plant!’<br />
‘But – but –’ said his wife. ‘I don’t get it! Groundnuts<br />
are baked and spiced when we dine on them,<br />
not when we plant them!’<br />
‘Tush, tush, woman!’ snapped Spider. ‘Not so!<br />
Planting baked, spiced ground-nuts will give us a<br />
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ig fresh crop that is ripe for dining on!’<br />
‘Oh, how smart you are!’ said Spider’s optimistic<br />
wife, clapping all her legs in glee before dashing<br />
off to market.<br />
And at dusk Spider returned to the hut, and<br />
went on and on about how hard he’d slogged<br />
on the farm. He licked his lips as his wife<br />
shelled and baked and spiced the big pile of<br />
ground-nuts.<br />
* * * * *<br />
When the sun rose the next day, Spider jumped<br />
out of bed. He grabbed the sack of baked, spiced<br />
nuts and set off for his farm. There he sat down,<br />
put his legs up… and tucked into the groundnuts,<br />
washing the last of them down with swigs of<br />
rum.<br />
‘Yum, yum! What bliss!’ murmured Spider to<br />
himself. He patted his full gut, and dropped off to<br />
sleep. When sunset came, back he went to his hut.<br />
‘Heck! Speck!’ he said to his wife on his return.<br />
‘I’m worn out! We workmen have the hardest of<br />
lives! I have been slaving away all day on the farm,<br />
and you, why, YOU had not a thing to do but get<br />
the dinner!’<br />
‘Yes, yes, I am indeed blessed, and here is dinner,’<br />
said his meek wife, worn down by living with<br />
Spider for so long.<br />
And that was the way it went for weeks and weeks,<br />
for all spring and all summer: Spider rising with<br />
the sun, saying farewell to his wife and strolling to<br />
the farm to laze around.<br />
But at last the day came when all the farm workers<br />
started harvesting crops.<br />
‘What of the spiced ground-nuts?’ asked Spider’s<br />
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hopeful wife. ‘When will you harvest them?’<br />
‘Ground-nuts take longer,’ said Spider, sure that<br />
his wife was so innocent she’d not spot a fib if it<br />
bit her on the nose.<br />
* * * * *<br />
But the days went by… and the weeks went<br />
by… and even Spider’s innocent wife started<br />
hinting that she’d love to help him bring in the<br />
harvest.<br />
‘No wife of mine works on a farm!’ snorted<br />
Spider. But he had a bad feeling that time was<br />
running out and he was in a fix. At last it struck<br />
him: there was nothing for it but to nick the nuts<br />
he needed!<br />
So when dark fell, and his wife was sound asleep,<br />
Spider padded out of the hut and made his way to<br />
the farm of the local bigwig; the boss; the top dog.<br />
And there Spider dug and dug, until his sack was<br />
filled. He went back home as smug as a bug in a<br />
rug.<br />
The next day Spider spent napping. When dusk<br />
fell he waved the bag of nuts in his wife’s face and<br />
said how hard he’d slogged and slaved to dig them<br />
up from the hard ground. Dancing on all her legs,<br />
Spider’s wife cracked open a nut… and then her<br />
face fell.<br />
‘But these nuts are not baked or spiced!’ she said,<br />
shocked. ‘You had me thinking –’<br />
‘What in the world are you blathering about?’<br />
demanded Spider. ‘You nitwit, we spiced the nuts<br />
to keep the ants from gobbling them down in the<br />
ground! Have you forgotten my words so fast?’<br />
‘Um… I see,’ said the long-suffering woman.<br />
‘How careless of me to forget those words of<br />
wisdom!’<br />
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* * * * *<br />
And for days, Spider went back to the big farm,<br />
where he harvested piles of nuts, and returned<br />
home grinning in glee.<br />
But the loss of so many ground-nuts was spotted<br />
before long. And Anan – the man who ran the<br />
farm for the top dog – was smart and cunning…<br />
and intent on grabbing this robber, this bandit,<br />
who dared to take what was not his.<br />
So off Anan went into the bush to find himself a<br />
rubber-tree. He made long slashes in its bark,<br />
so that the sap of the tree seeped… and dripped…<br />
and bled… down the tree-trunk into the pot<br />
Anan had placed at its base.<br />
When he had a pot full of brown rubber, Anan<br />
trotted off to find the next rubber-tree. At long<br />
last, he had six big pots of rubber. The next<br />
morning he formed the rubber into the shape<br />
of a man and placed it on the boss’s land.<br />
‘At last! The vile bandit will be mine, all mine!’<br />
Anan said to himself, grinning and rubbing his<br />
hands with glee.<br />
* * * * *<br />
Dusk fell, and, as the farmers dropped off to sleep,<br />
worn out by never-ending work, Spider padded<br />
out of his hut to get his legs on yet more grub.<br />
But this time, as he was about to dig, he spotted a<br />
man in the darkness! Just there!!<br />
‘Eek!’ Spider yelped, in panic. ‘Who are you? What<br />
are you doing here?’<br />
But the man said not a word.<br />
‘Name?!’ snapped Spider, the panic starting to fade<br />
as he became full of anger at this rudeness.<br />
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A third time Spider demanded a name. Then –<br />
slap! – he struck the still, mute form across the<br />
face.<br />
Spider started to pull away his leg, but it was<br />
stuck fast in the rubber man’s face! The lifeless<br />
form had been standing in the hot, burning sun<br />
all day and was melting, just a bit…<br />
‘How dare you! Let me go!’ Spider yelled, giving<br />
the man a big kick in the guts. Now stuck fast<br />
twice, Spider yelled the worst words in the world<br />
at the top of his lungs. He kicked out and hit<br />
out, getting all his legs stuck to the rubber man.<br />
And that was the way he stayed, until morning<br />
came.<br />
Spider passed the time cursing the rubber<br />
man...<br />
Then lamenting his unwillingness to work...<br />
Then thinking of the shame about to fall on<br />
himself...<br />
And, at long last, starting to think of the shame<br />
about to fall on his unwitting wife...<br />
* * * *<br />
‘Aha!’ yelled Anan at sun-rise, seeing Spider stuck<br />
fast to the rubber man. ‘So you are the worthless<br />
worm who stole all those nuts!’<br />
‘Who, me?’ said Spider, in a rather unconvincing<br />
attempt to seem innocent. ‘Me, a worthless worm?<br />
How can you say that! Slander! Untruths! Why are<br />
you hurting my feelings like this! Me, an innocent<br />
hard-working Spider! Just out for a nice stroll<br />
when this vile rubber man, er, ATTACKED all my<br />
legs!’<br />
Ignoring all the protests, Anan ordered six strong<br />
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workers to yank Spider away from the rubber<br />
man. They dragged him off to stand before the top<br />
dog, his feet sticking to the ground as he went.<br />
The boss let rip, spitting and hissing about feckless<br />
spiders who just pretended to work. This went on<br />
for a rather long time.<br />
At last the boss let Spider go. He, and all Spider’s<br />
ex-pals, did not, for a moment, expect Spider<br />
to mend his wicked ways. But they were in for<br />
a shock: Spider did not seem to be the same,<br />
somehow. Sure, he still didn’t work. But then, he<br />
didn’t do a thing. He didn’t say a word. Spider just<br />
lurked in a dark corner of his hut, week in, week<br />
out, for the rest of his life.<br />
And so it is, from that day to this, spiders have<br />
always lurked in the darkest of corners.<br />
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