Хоббит
Flies and Spiders
Attercop!Attercop!
Won’tyoustop,
Stopyourspinningandlookforme!
OldTomnoddy,allbigbody,
OldTomnoddycan’tspyme!
Attercop!Attercop!
Downyoudrop!
You’llnevercatchmeupyourtree!"
Notverygoodperhaps,butthenyoumustrememberthathehadtomakeituphimself,onthespurofaveryawkwardmoment.Itdidwhathewantedanyway.Ashesanghethrewsomemorestonesandstamped.Practicallyallthespidersintheplacecameafterhim:somedroppedtotheground,othersracedalongthebranches,swungfromtreetotree,orcastnewropesacrossthedarkspaces.Theymadeforhisnoisefarquickerthanhehadexpected.Theywerefrightfullyangry.QuiteapartfromthestonesnospiderhaseverlikedbeingcalledAttercop,andTomnoddyofcourseisinsultingtoanybody.OffBilboscuttledtoafreshplace,butseveralofthespidershadrunnowtodifferentpointsinthegladewheretheylived,andwerebusyspinningwebsacrossallthespacesbetweenthetree-stems.Verysoonthehobbitwouldbecaughtinathickfenceofthemallroundhim-thatatleastwasthespiders’idea.StandingnowinthemiddleofthehuntingandspinninginsectsBilbopluckeduphiscourageandbegananewsong: