There, in front
of us, completely across the narrow, twisty trail with its huge wet, slimy
rocks on each side, stretches a huge, glittering, lacy-braided, closely
woven spider's web.
'That isn't all. In the center of the huge web, waiting for us, is the Spider.
Oh, the size of that spider! Enormous! Its legs are long and bent, and
covered with jagged spikes at the ends of which are curved, red pincers.
The spider's eyes, big as dinner plates, glare at us.
''We must fight that spider,' I say, 'or we won't get through.'
''No,' the Princess says. 'This is an enchanted forest, and the creatures
that live in it are also enchanted. Let me try.'
'The Princess walks close to the web. She's so close that the spider can
reach out and grab her with its curved, sharply pointed pincers. If the
spider grabs her, it will not be a pleasant hug at all for our Princess.
'The spider doesn't move. The huge eyes glare at her.
'I am the Princess....' she starts to say.
'I am Cyril the Spider,' the spider interrupts and its voice is like a saw
cutting through wood. 'What are you doing in the enchanted, tangled
forest.
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