Once upon a time, many years ago, in a land that is fairly close, there lived a second grader named Arachnid Weaver.
Arachnid was an averagely normal second grader; average height, average amount of letters in her name, average age (7-years-old).
Now, Arachnid Weaver was different in one way. She had misread the school supply list, so instead of having one 48-pack of crayons, she had two 24-packs of crayons. Arachnid, being a kind second-grader, shared her crayons with her friend, Ava, who hadn’t read the supply list at all and had no crayons. What was Arachnid to do with her second pack of crayons anyway?
Ava was a very nice second grader as well, and she treated her friend’s crayons with respect, using them for coloring purposes and nothing else. Since Arachnid always got her crayons back at the end of the day all in one piece, she didn’t mind Ava using her crayons.
Until one day.
Ava returned her crayons to Arachnid as usual, but when she opened the box, one of the crayons were missing.
“What happened to the bubblegum pink?” Arachnid asked. Maybe it had rolled under the table or Ava had misplaced it.
Ava held out a decapitated bubblegum pink crayon in her palm.
Little Arachnid took the pieces and clutched them in her hands, tears welling in her eyes. “What happened?”
Ava replied, “I dared Luke to bite the pink crayon in half.”
Arachnid yelped and thrust the potentially slobbery crayons into the nearby Luke’s hands and stomped away, ferociously wiping her eyes and mumbling, “You can keep it.”
It is safe to say that Arachnid refrained from sharing her crayons from then on for the fear of saliva contaminating her possessions.
And they didn’t live happily ever after.