Not every princess had a pet spider but Sarabeth was special. The spider’s name was Sam and he spoke four languages, at least that’s what he told her when he visited every Halloween.
“It’s not a trick. I study hard, little girl.”
“You’re a silly spider Sam.” She handed him a china cup filled to the brim with warm apple cider.
“What is this? It smells good.”
“It’s my special potion. Cinnamon, love and acceptance.”
“You’re my pal Sarabeth, despite our differences.”
“You mean because I live in a house and you live in a cobweb?”