The Spider by Jenny from Riverview Elementary, Grundy, Virginia
Deep in the depths of the backwoods of Virginia lived a Grandmother and her Grandson in a longhouse which they had built themselves.
Obviously, living in the woods was exciting for the Grandson. He would play outside all day (except when his Grandmother would call him in to help with the housework of course!).
One Monday morning, the Grandmother was busy sweeping the longhouse and she called her Grandson in to help.
Now he was, just at that moment, playing a game of hide and seek with his tame red squirrel and was not too pleased at having to stop and help his Grandmother.
He stomped indoors in not the best of moods it has to be said and started banging his duster around the furniture (which they had also made themselves!).
A spider was spinning its web in the corner by the dresser and the Grandson, in his temper, was just about to whack it hard with his duster when his Grandmother cried:
"STOP!! That's a very special spider, and even if it wasn't, you should know better than to kill one of God's creatures, grandson. I am ashamed of you!"
The Grandson felt shame wash over him (he went quite pink as a matter of fact) and scuttled upstairs to his room to wait until the pinkness faded (well, he was just hitting 13 and 13 yr old boys just do not turn pink, do they?)
The spider had realised what a close shave she had just had and, to show her thanks to the Grandmother, spun her a beautiful web which would entangle all the Grandmother's bad dreams.
The Grandson had learned an important lesson and the Grandmother's sleep was untroubled for the rest of her days.