Sally the Spider Saves the Day
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In the corner of Mrs. Maple’s garden lived Sally the Spider, small, fuzzy, and—most importantly—friendly.
But no one ever noticed her friendliness.
“Eeeek! A SPIDER!” shouted the bees whenever she said hello. “Shoo! Go away!” buzzed the butterflies.
Sally sighed. “Why does everyone think I’m scary? I just want friends, not screams!”
Her best friend, a sleepy snail named Sam, said kindly, “Maybe they just don’t know you yet.”
“But I’m tiny!” said Sally. “And I wear black all the time! That’s not very friendly-looking.”
Sam chuckled. “Then show them who you really are.” Sally nodded, determined. “Okay! No more spooky spider business. From now on, I’ll be the nicest bug in the garden!”
The Web-Free Week
To prove she wasn’t scary, Sally made a big decision: no more webs.
“I’ll just walk and wave!” she said proudly.
But giving up web-spinning wasn’t easy. Her legs felt twitchy, and she didn’t know what to do with her extra silk.
Instead, she tried helping others. When the bees buzzed around collecting nectar, she cheered them on.
When the butterflies fluttered by, she complimented their wings.
When the ants marched past, she clapped her legs.
Still, everyone stared nervously and whispered, “She’s up to something…”
Sally sighed. “Maybe being sweet isn’t enough.”
Just then, a loud buzz echoed across the garden.
“Help! The gnats are back!” cried the bees. “They’re stealing our nectar!”
Sally gasped. “Gnats? Hundreds of them?”
Sam nodded. “Sounds like a sticky situation.” Sally’s eyes widened. “Sticky? That’s it!”
The Web That Saved the Garden
That night, under the moonlight, Sally climbed to the tallest sunflower and began to spin.
Her legs moved fast and graceful, weaving silky lines that sparkled in the starlight.
She spun and twirled until she created the biggest, most beautiful web the garden had ever seen; strong, shiny, and shaped like a heart.
When morning came, the gnats buzzed straight into her web.
“Gotcha!” Sally said with a grin. “Sorry, pests—but this party’s over.”
The bees peeked out, amazed.“You saved our nectar!” they cheered.
Even the butterflies fluttered close. “And your web is beautiful!”
Sally blushed. “You think so? I was afraid it looked... scary.” “Scary?” said the bees. “It’s a masterpiece!”
Sam the Snail smiled proudly. “Told you—you’re not scary. You’re super!” Sally beamed. “Super Spider, at your service!”
The Hero of the Garden
From that day on, no one ran from Sally anymore.
The bees invited her to tea.
The butterflies flew patterns through her webs (carefully).
Even Mrs. Maple hung up a tiny sign near the fence that said: “Please do not disturb our friendly spider.”
Sally still made her webs, but now she spun them proudly, sometimes in shapes like stars or smiley faces.
“See, Sam?” she said one evening as the sun set. “I didn’t have to stop being me. I just had to show them how helpful spiders can be.”
Sam nodded sleepily. “And you made the garden a safer and happier place.”
Sally grinned, settling into her web. “Guess I’m not a scary spider after all. I’m a hero with eight legs and a heart full of silk!”
The End !
