It was another day on the ceiling of the stairwell and George the spider was having as good a time as any.
"Hello, George!" greeted the kind lady of the house as she did every day.
"Good day to you, ma'am," he replied in a tiny voice too small for her to hear.
Life was going well for George in the house. He had plentiful small bugs to eat and a wonderfully comfortable spot on the ceiling. Everything was going very well indeed.
But it was on that day that a fierce monster reared it's terrible head and many, many legs. A great big centipede encroached on his spot, terrifying and hungry. George could see it moving towards him with snapping jaws from his vantage point.
"Hm," he thought aloud, "perhaps it is time I took a vacation." And with that spun a small sack to hold his things, hurrying to cram them in as quick as he could. The great beast was getting closer and closer, scurrying with its unnaturally large amount of legs. With mastery, George also quickly spun a great parachute and, along with his bag of supplies, George dropped from the ceiling and sailed away on a draft out a nearby open window.
"Goodbye, friendly human!" he said toward the house in his small voice as he drifted away on an air current.
The wind took him many places. First, he drifted from his home in the American Midwest to the south. While there he decided to stop in and see his many thousands of cousins, who lived comfortably in the mild temperatures. Some even lived outside! It was all very surprising to George, who was used to a well-insulated home. He wished them well and continued on his way.
Next he sailed to a great human airport so that he could stow himself away in some luggage bound for Europe. After a good long nap, he awoke to the shrieking of a young man in a Parisian hotel.
"Thank you for the ride, sir!" said George to the man who was scrambling for a shoe. "But I will take my leave now." He opened his silken parachute and flew away out another window.
While in Paris he decided to take in some of the local delicacies. He was very impressed with the insects that could be found atop the Eiffel Tower. He sat comfortably there for several days in a great wide web among the struts of the tower.
"What a great time this has been," he said to no one in particular, "but I believe it is time I return home."
So he spun another parachute, took his bag of things, and made his way back to the airport where he found a suitcase bound for home. In practically no time at all, he was able to make his way back to the nice little house with the kind woman. He squeezed himself under a shut door and crawled back to his favorite little spot on the ceiling, now with no centipedes in sight. There, he rested.
"George, you're back!" said the house human next morning when they both awoke.
"Yes, thank you!" said George in his voice she could not hear. "I had such a wonderful time abroad, but there's no place like home."