"Ahh, I've told you before, you need to have your eyes checked!" The spider cried out to the little man with the needle. "What tailor can't sew thread through a needle? It's beyond madness!"

The spider tumbled down from his head to sit upon the knuckles of the man's right hand, and with his legs guided the thread through the eye of the needle, closing four of his eight eyes as he did so. The little man blinked at him with apathy, and scratched gingerly at his yellow beard. He didn't say a word as he reached for a pair of trousers and methodically began to stitch up the frayed hem. The spider rattled up his arm and whispered instructions into his ear. "It's in and out, up and down, that's right, that's the stitch you want."

Soon, the bell rang over the shop door, and a young girl of around nine stepped inside, wearing a pretty floral bonnet tied with blue ribbon beneath her rosy chin. The spider scampered out of sight over the little man's shoulder, who bowed before the girl and led her further into the store.

She stated her name as Clara, and gracefully untied the blue bonnet. Clara presented it before him, pointing out the large gash in its seams, wondering if he could fix it up for her to wear proudly again. The little man took it without a word, and motioned that he would need just a moment.

Meanwhile, the spider waited expectantly in the fabric-filled closet at the back of the shop, hanging upside down in his finely woven web. The little man stepped inside and showed the bonnet to his arachnoid partner, who took one look at it and smiled profusely. "Bring her in here, yes, bring her in. She'll do, she'll do just fine. I'll sew the bonnet up, and you, you just help me take a little bite, hmm..."

The little man stepped out to usher Clara into the closet, and the spider grinned from his first eye to his eighth, snipping at the strings of his laden web until a cold, pale body dropped to the floor with a muffled thud.