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:

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