I shake my head at him and walk back, giving him back his dollar. I take my lemonade and find it halfway drunk. I look at him. "Did you drink from it?" I ask with a smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink