her strawberry ice cream cone. The hot summer sun melted it quickly and
it ran down onto her hands. An oak tree offered shade.
A big black
spider sat on a branch of the oak high above Rachel. “That little girl
has an ice cream cone. It’s pink ice cream. That means it could be
strawberry, or cherry, or bubble gum, or raspberry, or…oh, it doesn’t
matter. I want a taste of it.” Malfred dangled from his web, lowering
himself until he hung right above Rachel’s head.
“A spider,” she
said, looking up at the wriggling black bug. “I don’t like spiders. Go
away!” She shooed it away by blowing on the web.
“She can’t get
rid of me that easy. I want that ice cream.” Malfred thought of what he
might do to frighten her. “I’ll make her so scared that she drops the
ice cream and runs away. Hee hee hee.” He started swinging the web back
and forth, trying to land in Rachel’s hair.
“Oh no you
don’t. You stay away from my hair.” Rachel licked her ice cream cone.
his legs and then his eyes. “Ha! This will scare her.”
budge. She looked around on the ground and saw a stick. With her free
hand she picked it up. “Let’s see who’s afraid now.” She raised the
stick and was about to hit the spider web.
sorry,” the spider said. “I am so hot today. I only want a bite of your
ice cream one. It looks so cool and delicious.”
Rachel smiled at
the spider and tossed the stick into the bushes. “I’ll tell you what.
I’ll scoop some of it onto this rock. You can drop right here and have
some. I don’t mind sharing.” She used her finger to scoop off a blob and
put it on the rock. “There you go.”
on the rock and licked the ice cream. “I knew it was strawberry. My
favorite ice cream!”
As the sun shone
down on them, Rachel and Manfred sat in the shade of the oak tree, both
licking ice cream and both feeling cooler.