When Spider woke up, her beautiful web was wet. Tiny droplets of water, shining in the morning light, clung to the many corners of the web she had worked so hard to create. Angry, she went to Moth. "Why is my web all wet?" she asked.
Moth shrugged. "Maybe it rained last night?"
"Rain?" Spider said. "Is that your fault?"
"Uh, no?" said Moth. "Try asking Fly, maybe?"
Spider hurried off and found Fly. "My web is wet," she said, "and Moth says it's because it rained. Did you make it rain?"
Fly, seeing that Spider would not jump on her, settled down and said, "Hmmmmmm, nope."
"Who made it rain, then?"
"Mmmmmmmm, dunno. Ask Grasshopper." Fly flew away.
Spider found Grasshopper among the weeds. "Fly says you made it rain on my web!"
"Yeah, no," said Grasshopper. "That's not really my thing, y'know? I jump and eat stuff, I don't make it rain."
Spider screamed with frustration. "Then who did?"
"Yeah, probably the titan." Grasshopper leaped away.
"The wha—?" Massive footsteps shook the ground, and a giggling monster ran past spraying everything with a rubber tube that made rain. Spider scurried away, to wait for her web to dry.