Oh no, the village bridge is broken. But that’s okay, I’ll ask for help from the spider in this tree. Come down mister spider, and help me fix the bridge.
“Did you break it?” he asks.
Yes, I say. I walked across the bridge – really just a piece of string – and it snapped.
“Fix your own damn mess!”
I consider his words carefully. And then I boot him in the head. As he soars over the river, his spidery silk follows, forming a new bridge of thread between the river banks. He’s upset.
“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!”
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