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A Spider Tale

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"So you see, it was impossible for her to get the backpack." Brandon finished. Greg nodded.

"Well, that was an interesting story," Greg said, "Do you have something else to say?" He asked when he noticed Brandon was staring at him.

"There's a spider on your head." he said bluntly. Greg was confused.

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, there's a really big spider on your head." Just then a big, black Tarantula decided to take a walk on Greg's face.

He screamed. "Get it off! Get it off!"

Brandon snatched the spider and threw out the window.

"Hey! That's mine!" Gaile cried from the back seat. Greg stopped the car.

"What do you mean, that's yours? Where did you get that?"

"From the bug and spider museum we went to." She responded.

Greg and Brandon looked at each other.

"Do you think we should try to return it?" Brandon asked.

"I think we have to." Greg grumbled. He slowly backed the car up.

"Wait," Brandon said suddenly, "Stop the car."

"What is it?" Brandon opened his door.

"I thought I heard something, like a squash." Brandon examined the area. He closed the door.

"I don't think we have to worry about the spider anymore."

"Why?" Brandon looked at him.

"Well, considering what the tire now looks like, I don't think they would appreciate us giving it back to them." Greg sighed.

He took the brake off and headed home.

The end