The boy wanted to fly, but all the wings were taken.
“Use these dusters,” said his grandmother.
“Then you can clear the cobwebs from the sky.”
The boy did as suggested, but made the sky spiders angry.
As a penance, they forced him to re-build their homes, and this took a long time.
“I miss my boy,” sighed the grandmother while he was gone. And she was sure she saw his tears on the land spider’s gossamer webs at dawn.
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