One morning, I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. I fixed my normal breakfast: hot pickles, marshmallows, and ketchup. First I heat up the pickles on the stove, then I put the marshmallows in the toaster as I pour out my small plate of ketchup. Delicious! I eat it every morning, often with a tall glass of lemonade. 

I sat down at the table to eat, and looked out the window at the birds in my yard. Sometimes I see skunks outside, and once I saw a small pot-bellied pig. But today there were only a few flamingos. I opened up the book I was reading, "All About Birds." I had finished the chapter on pigeons, and was moving on to robins. 

While putting ketchup on my marshmallows, I felt something tickling my neck. I looked down, and there was a daddy long-legs, climbing up! I had never seen one so close to my face. 

"Er, what's up?" I asked. 

"Not much," he said. "I smelled the hot pickles, and wanted to have a taste." 

"Sure, little guy," I said. I put a small piece of pickle on my finger and held it out. While I was doing that, that sneaky daddy-long-legs ran down my arm. He grabbed the rest of my pickle, and ran out the door! And that was the last time I gave a pickle to a spider at breakfast.
What happened one morning? Was it special? What was it? Was it good? Where does he eat it? What is near the table? Did he see anything? How many? What else were you doing? What? Which ones? What happened next? from what? What did you do? Was he close? What did he say? Did you share? How? What did the spider do? Did you do that again?
woke up, went down for breakfast No hot pickles, marshmallows, and ketchup Yes at the table a window flamingos a few reading "All About Birds." pigeons and robins a tickle on my neck. a daddy long-legs asked him what's up Yes, very! "Not much. I smelled the hot pickles, and wanted to have a taste." yes held it out on my finger grabbed the rest of the pickle and ran off! No!