Talk:Arachne/@comment-27303410-20160514142515/@comment-27800590-20160523004115

I try to stifle a small laugh, but he hears it and puffs out her chest. "What's so funny? It's going to get me, kill it!" I grab a glass and trap the spider, slipping a sheet of paper underneath it. I take it outside, my daughter still clinging to my back and looking over my shoulder.

I take it down to the garden and let it out, much to the protests of my daughter. I ask her what she thinks she looks like.

"Th-that's different!" She cries indignantly. "I'm smarter, I won't bite someone just because! And I'm not creepy like a spider!" I sigh, pulling her off my back and setting her down on her bed. I pat her on the head and say good night. As I close the door I feel arms wrap around me.

"Such a brave, kind protector she has." She whispers into my ear. "I still can't believe she's so afraid of spiders, but I think you deserve something for saving our dear little one." She carries me to our bedroom and we continue our work on making her a little sister.