“Don’t jump, Harold!”
Harold flipped red wings.
Spencer swung his way up, shooting out a sticky strand of web which wrapped around Harold.
“Oh, for creatures sake,” Harold said, attempting to flick his glued-down wings, “Spencer!”
The spider turned around. “What?”
“I wasn’t going to jump. I was going to fly!”
“Thank goodness, I saved you!”
“What? I have wings, Spencer. I’m a flying bug!”
“What? Oh…I forgot.”
He always forgot.
Spencer looked so ashamed, however, Harold relented – as always. “It’s all right. Just get this sticky web off me.”