"A spider was quietly spinning his web
in his own space. It was beside the sleeping
space of Nokomis, the grandmother.
Each day, Nokomis watched the spider
at work, quietly spinning away. One day as
she was watching him, her grandson came
in. "Nokomis-iya!" he shouted, glancing at
the spider. He stomped over to the spider,
picked up a shoe and went to hit it.
"No-keegwa," the old lady whispered, "don't hurt him."
"Nokomis, why do you protect
the spider?" asked the little boy.
The old lady smiled, but did not answer.
When the boy left, the spider went
to the old woman and thanked her
for saving his life. He said to her,
"For many days you have watched
me spin and weave my web. You have
admired my work. In return for saving
my life, I will give you a gift."
He smiled his special spider smile and
moved away, spinning as he went. Soon
the moon glistened on a magical silvery
web moving gently in the window.
"See how I spin?" he said. "See
and learn, for each web will snare
bad dreams. Only good dreams will
go through the small hole. This is my gift
to you. Use it so that only good dreams
will be remembered. The bad dreams will
become hopelessly entangled in the web."