Sammy the Spider

Sammy the spider went to his parents one day with some big news.
'I'm not a spider,' he said. 'I identify as an ant.'
His parents were quite surprised to hear this.
'We love you Sammy,' they said after some discussion. 'And we want you to know that we accept you and we will support you in whatever you decide to do.'
At school, all the other young insects and creepy-crawlies were instructed to treat Sammy as an ant, not a spider. During break time he hung out with the ants, flies and beetles, although the ants, flies and beetles were quite scared of him.
When he was sixteen years old, Sammy had an operation. Two of his legs were pulled off so that he only had six.
'What would you like us to do with these?' asked the nurse.
'You can throw those away,' said Sammy. 'I'm going to be a lot happier without them.'
'I'm an ant now,' he told his parents. 'I'm very happy.'
'We're so proud of you,' said his parents.
'We're so proud of you,' said his teachers.
'Good for you,' said all the other minibeasts. A party was held to celebrate Sammy's crossing over into the insect world.
When he was old enough to leave home, Sammy went to live in an ant's nest. It was quite strange for the ants having a big six-legged spider in their nest, but they were under instructions to include him as part of their family, so he received a warm welcome and a place in their nest.
It was an awkward life for Sammy. The tunnels the ants made were big enough for normal-sized ants but quite hard for a former spider to fit through, and he was forced to stoop everywhere he went. He did his best to contribute to the work of the ants and be a part of their million-strong family, but it wasn't easy. No matter how nice the ants were to Sammy, he still never quite felt like one of them.
He also had spidery urges which he did his best to suppress. Occasionally a lone ant would wander into Sammy's view and find itself on the receiving end of a hungry look. Nobody challenged him on this, however, as that would have been insensitive.
'You know,' said one young ant one day. 'I really admire what you're doing. I just wanted to tell you that.'
'Oh, thank you!' said Sammy.
'You're welcome,' said the ant.
'Would... you like to come back to my place?' Sammy asked shyly.
'Um... alright,' the ant said.
They went back to Sammy's house, which was in the depths of the nest. When they arrived, Sammy unlocked the door and led the ant inside. There, to his shock, the ant saw the remains of several missing members of the community dangling from a web spread across the ceiling.
'I'm really sorry,' said Sammy.

When Sammy's relapses were found out, he was expelled from the nest. He returned home to his parents' web and moved back into his old room. He was very depressed.
One day he went to his parents with some big news.
'I'm not an ant,' he said. 'I got that wrong. I identify as a fly.'
'Oh,' said his parents.
'We want you to know that we love you,' said his father.
'And we will support you in whatever you choose to do,' said his mother.
After he had saved up for a while, Sammy had an operation to attach wings to his body. The wings were donated by a fly which had had an unfortunate encounter with a windshield.
'I'm a fly,' Sammy cried, showing off his wings.
'Good for you!' said his parents.
'Good for you!' said his parents' friends.
'We're so proud of you,' everyone said.
Integrating with the fly community was a little more difficult for Sammy than integrating with the ants as flies didn't live together in a nest like the ants, and instead spent their time flying around individually here and there. There was also the story of Sammy's relapse in the ant's nest, which people were still talking about.
'Hello,' Sammy called to a fat bluebottle as it flew overhead.
'Bz!' said the bluebottle. It gave Sammy a nervous look and passed on very quickly.
'Hello,' Sammy called to a housefly which was trampling on a poo.
'Oh, hello,' said the housefly. 'Sorry, I must be going. I've got a sandwich to decorate.'
'Hello,' Sammy called to a young mosquito which was drinking happily from a cow's rear.
'Hello,' said the mosquito, pausing in its lunch. 'What are you meant to be?'
'I'm a fly,' Sammy said.
'You don't look like a fly,' the mosquito said. 'You look like a six-legged spider with wings glued to its back.'
'No, I'm definitely a fly,' Sammy said.
'Then why are you walking?' the mosquito asked.
'I can fly if I want to,' insisted Sammy.
Sammy found a very high ceiling and climbed up on to it. Then he spread his wings and let himself drop and was dashed to pieces on the floor below.
Everyone was very sad and a funeral was held for Sammy. Nobody was quite sure whether to bury him in the spider graveyard, the ant graveyard or the fly graveyard.