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Portrait of S. Weir Mitchell S. Weir Mitchell The Wonderful Stories of Fuz-Buz the Fly and Mother Grabem the Spider

The sun was not yet down on the next evening when the young spiders began to collect around Fuz-buz.
"Tell us," said one of them, "a story about giants."
"There's a jolly idea," cried another. "Is it to be a spider giant?"
"Ahem!" replied Fuz-buz. "I wish there were such giants, and I wish one of them would come along this very moment and gobble you all up."
This he said in so fierce a voice that the young spiders ran away squealing so loud that if you had been a spider and had owned an ear-trumpet, you might have heard them at least three inches off.
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Portrait of S. Weir Mitchell S. Weir Mitchell The Wonderful Stories of Fuz-Buz the Fly and Mother Grabem the Spider

In the morning I reflect on the crimes which I have to judge, and then I am grave. At noon I condemn some to die, and then ever I weep. But at night-fall I pardon the least guilty, and then always I am glad at heart. Be ye also merry to-night, and to-morrow wiser.'
"And thus saying, the King gave them a purse of gold and turned away."
"What a little story," cried the young spiders.
"Hush!" answered Mrs. Grabem. "Now I must mend this hole in our cobweb. But, bless me! run to the den. Here comes a big fly."
Quick as could be they all ran into the dark passage and Mrs. Grabem stayed at the door.
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Portrait of S. Weir Mitchell S. Weir Mitchell The Wonderful Stories of Fuz-Buz the Fly and Mother Grabem the Spider

Snap went the line and Fuz-buz was free once more. Never a fly was so glad as he.
"Sir!" he said, "I am only sorry that you have not had the honour to slay this vile spider. Now if you were to slip into this crack where I sleep, you would have a fine chance, because when Mrs. Grabem comes to eat me you could give her a pleasing surprise."
"That's a rather jolly notion," answered the Bee. So he went down on the ground, and after sharpening his sting on a smooth pebble, thrust himself deep into the crack where Fuz-Buz was wont to sleep.
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