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Ok, finaly, I have the chapter! Thank you to Splat, who forced me to write it, and everyone else for reading!

This was dangerous. Not only would I die if caught by the adult, but I would die painfully at the scythes of the hatchlings. It would be like being ripped apart by… small, numerous, vicious fish found in tropical climates… only more slowly and painfully. And I had a feeling that the two wells didn’t regurgitate at the opposite sides.
I had no idea how I was going to do this, especially with the door by the scrabs.
After surveying the area for a while, I decided what to do, and jumped into a well.
I came out one of the wells on the elevation. Then I realized that if there were two levers, maybe I only needed to pull one to get out.
No luck. Once I pulled it, only one flint stone came down. The other was still ready to swing. No doubt by the other lever.
I could see the five scrab chicks now. They were like miniature versions of the adult, but they were orange, and their scythes were short, stubby and filled with teeth. Obviously because their feet were not yet big enough for them to dance on their food before eating it. Some of them also had a sharp lump on their stump scythes. This must have been an egg tooth, used for breaking the hard scrab egg. Some of them still had theirs, but others must have dropped off.
Firstly, I made a big wad of sticky web. Then, I jumped into the well. After a short trip, I found myself Facing the big male scrab.
I threw my wad to the floor in front of me and howled. The scrab replied, and charged.
I looked around. The scrab was charging at me at an amazing speed. The stench of rotting carcass was terrible. The four chicks were watching intently, learning…
Something about that last sentence bothered me. I replayed it inside my head.
The four chicks were watching me intently… the four chicks… the four… four…
Four! There were five scrab chicks!
That left me about half a second to wonder before the fifth took a bite at my leg.
The pain was more surprising than painfull. I twisted around, looking for who bit me. When the pain didn’t ease, I looked at my calf to se a small orange scrab holding on for dear life. I tried to shake it off, tossing this way and that, when I heard the worst noise possible at that time.
Shhhllluck!
I twisted again to see what the sound was. Because one of my feet appeared to be stuck, I fell over. Into my webbing.
Now, If only my foot had been stuck, I might get it out in time. But now that the rest of me was, I considered myself doomed to the scrabs.

How will Exalmex get out of this predicament? Find out with just two posts!