The museum hummed with quiet voices. Anthony walked past glass cases full of shiny things.
One case held a shiny silver bracelet. Anthony reached out — and a thin sticky thread shot onto his wrist.
He pulled. He tugged. It wouldn't come off.
Back home, Anthony pressed his palm flat against his bedroom wall. It stuck. He pressed again — and peeled right off.
Up he went, hand over hand. He reached the ceiling and grinned. 'I can do this!' he said.
A tiny kitten was stuck high in a tall tree. Anthony scrambled up the trunk like a ladder.
He reached the kitten and set it gently on a strong branch. The kitten purred and rubbed its head against his hand.
A bike zoomed down the sidewalk with no hands on the handlebars. Anthony shot a web across the path. The bike stopped.
The rider tumbled into a soft pile of leaves with a gentle bump. Anthony walked home, his wrist sticky and warm.
Mrs. Chen's grocery bag slipped from her fingers. Anthony picked it up and carried it to her door. She gave him a cookie.
On the way home, Anthony looked at his wrist. The web-shooter was gone. But his shoulders felt a little wider.
He kept walking. He didn't need the shiny thing anymore.