The nursery rhyme "Little Miss Muffett" was presented to me, and I was told to write a scene using the rhyme.

Miscommunication.

     The recording studio was busy as usual; Tracy herded Miss Muffett into her dressing room. “Oh,” Miss Muffett said. “A private dressing room.”
     “Unfortunately no,” replied Tracy. “Space is very tight, so you’ll need to share this room with your co-star.”
     “And just who is my co-star?” asked Miss muffett.
Tracy looked at her clipboard, and read through it, “Lets see, next door is The Nature Guy.
     “Oh! I know him, he’s the guy with all the insects.”
     “That’s him,” said Tracy. “Here it is right here, your co-star is A. Spyder.”
     “By the way, my real name is Mary Ellen, you of course know Miss Muffett is my stage name.
     “Of Course,” Tracy answered, thinking it takes all kinds….
     Just then a waspish man asked Tracy if he was at the right room. She looked at his paper work, and said; “Yes you’re just in time to meet your co-star.”
     “Hi, I’m Mary Ellen.”
     “Nice to meet you, I’m A. Spyder.”
     “Should I call you A. or Spyder?”
     “I prefer A. Spyder, so there’s no mistaking me for some one else.” He then sat down, and took his lunch from a paper bag he was carrying. “Would you like some of my cottage cheese?” He asked.
     Mary Ellen pulled over a tuffet, and sat beside A. spyder. “Why yes, thank you I’m starving.”
     “What do you think of this new Miss Muffett series?” He asked her.
     “I think the kids are going to love it,” she said through a mouthful of cottage cheese.
     In the room next-door The Nature Guy was looking for his star Henry. “Henry, Henry, where are you,” he called, as though expecting an answer from his giant tarantula.
     Henry had crawled up the wall to the dropped ceiling, and from there he crawled right over A. Spyders head. It let out some spider silk, and slowly descended toward A. Spyders head.
     Mary Ellen spotted the spider, and being scared stiff she tried to warn him. She said, “Spider!”
     “Yes,” answered A.Spyder.
     “I mean a spider.”
     He couldn’t understand why she kept repeating his name.
     “Big spider,” she said as she got off her tuffett, and ran away.
      Her action caused A. Spyder to look up just as the spider dropped, and it landed on his forehead. He could see the hairy legs moving. Fear froze him to the spot.
     She tried to get help, but with her yelling, there’ a spider on Spyder; no one understood what she was trying to say. She saw a baseball bat that someone had left, and decided to take action herself.
She returned to the room, and saw the hairy spider crawling on A. spyder who was still frozen with fear. “Hold still Mr. Spyder,” she said.
     “Are you talking to me or to the spider?” asked A. Spyder.
     “You,” she said as ahe swung the bat missing the spider, but not A. Spyder.
She hit A Spyder directly on the forehead, but missed the spider. Now the spider jumped from A. Spyder’s forehead, and headed for Mary Ellen. She swung away with the baseball bat; trying her best to kill the giant spider. She hit everything in the room but the spider.

     Everyone in the studio heard the racket, and came running. “What are you trying to do?” Asked Tracy.
     “Kill the spider,” she said.
     Tracy called security, and told them there was a crazy woman here trying to kill A. Spyder with a baseball bat. As they dragged her away she was yelling, “I didn’t do anything. I was just trying to kill a spider.”
     “We know,” the security guard told her. That’s why we’re taking you to the police for attempted murder.
     “But it was only a black spider,” she said.
     “See, she’s prejudiced too,” said one of the security guards. Trying to kill A. Spyder, because he’s Black.