"But as for Prince Clever, he made a wry face and said, 'It is very warm in this place,' and so went away with his hands in his pockets and was no more seen among men."
When Fuz-buz had ended, all the little family of spiders began to rejoice together, because of the nice story they had heard and also because of the many more which were yet to be told.
The next afternoon as soon as ever Mrs. Grabem began to knit, the spiders cried aloud for a story.
"But I am tired," said Fuz-buz.
"No matter!" cried the spiders, "we are not."
"Come, no nonsense!" roared Mrs. Grabem.
"Well," cried poor Fuz-buz. "Let me think a little."
"I should not suppose it took much thinking to make up stories," replied Mrs. Grabem.
By this time Fuz-buz was ready and having eaten a little cherry gum to clear his throat, he began as follows: