At night-fall when the family had gone to their den, he sat on the tree near his cosy little crack and tried to gnaw the web which held him.
Unluckily it was too tough. When he was in despair who should hum by but a huge Bee.
"Halloa!" said he, "What's wrong with you?"
"Sir!" replied Fuz-Buz, "I am tied by the leg to this web, and am to be eaten to-night by a cruel monster of a spider who lives near, and who will overhear you if you do not speak in a low voice."
"Who's afraid?" said the Bee. "Which leg is it?"
"This," answered Fuz-Buz.
"Pshaw!" cried the Bee, and with that he twisted the web about his legs and gave a jump. 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.