Хоббит
Flies and Spiders
"LazyLobandcrazyCob
areweavingwebstowindme.
Iamfarmoresweetthanothermeat,
butstilltheycannotfindme!
HereamI,naughtylittlefly;
youarefatandlazy.
Youcannottrapme,thoughyoutry,
inyourcobwebscrazy."
Withthatheturnedandfoundthatthelastspacebetweentwotalltreeshadbeenclosedwithaweb-butluckilynotaproperweb,onlygreatstrandsofdouble-thickspider-roperunhastilybackwardsandforwardsfromtrunktotrunk.Outcamehislittle’sword.Heslashedthethreadstopiecesandwentoffsinging.
Thespiderssawthesword,thoughIdon’tsupposetheyknewwhatitwas,andatoncethewholelotofthemcamehurryingafterthehobbitalongthegroundandthebranches,hairylegswaving,nippersandspinnerssnapping,eyespopping,fulloffrothandrage.TheyfollowedhimintotheforestuntilBilbohadgoneasfarashedared.
Thenquieterthanamousehestoleback.Hehadpreciouslittletime,heknew,beforethespidersweredisgustedandcamebacktotheirtreeswherethedwarveswerehung.Inthemeanwhilehehadtorescuethem.Theworstpartofthejobwasgettingupontothelongbranchwherethebundlesweredangling.
