[center][h2][color=gray][i]There Once was a Little Spider[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

[center][color=lightgray]There once was a Little Spider, happy up in the Cobwebs of The Tangle
There he helped his Daddy make his famous hats, and his Mummy make her famous socks.
The Little Spider always dreamed of being famous for his own clothes.
Maybe he'd make dresses for the good little girls, or Trousers for the good little boys,
who lived and played in the cozy little houses far far below.  
The Little Spider liked to watch the children play their games of Twat the Fuzzball, or Catch the Snitcherwitch.
He would use his thread to make a line to go down but his Mummy always scolded him when he did.[/color][/center]

[center][color=purple]"Your place is up here on the ceiling with us, you don't want to go down there and raise all a fuss."[/color][/center]

[center][color=lightgray]The little Spider would ask.  "We make them their bonnets, their scarves, their drawers we do mend, couldn't I just go out for a second and ask for a friend?"[/color][/center]

[center][color=purple]His mummy would smile and pat his back "A Spinster makes clothes to protect them from chill, they won't understand-"[/color][/center]

[center][color=lightgray]The Little Spider insisted "But maybe they will!"[/color][/center]

[center][color=purple]"I'm sorry my little spider, if only you knew.  How frightening it is when you have more legs than just two."[/color][/center]


[center][color=lightgray]The little spider could never understand what was so wrong with just wanting to be friends with someone.  
There were no other Spinsters his age and they were all too busy with their webs and crafts to play with the Little Spider.
The poor Little Spider, he could never play with anyone down below, but sometimes he just watched and dream that he did.  
He would smile to himself.  

"I promise you will never be cold down there.  I'll make you jackets and socks, atleast a few pair." 
Then they'd be his friends, and never be scared of anything ever again.

He was still a good boy, helping his mummy and daddy until he wasn't so little anymore.  He was almost ready to make his own trip down from the Cobwebs.  Finally ready to show his own dresses, and stockings, and bowler derbys.  To shock and amaze and see the smiling faces.  He was all excited, putting on his favorite sweaters and lacing up his tie, and putting on extra special hats for the occasion.  Even though it wouldn't be for another week until his birthday, he was excited to even stop moving, pitter pattering up and down, right side up and up side down.

[b]But then something dreadful happened.[/b]

The King had sent word that there was something that happened through the lot of the Tangle.  The Heart of the [i][b]Gobbledygook[/b][/i] had been taken.  While not many knew of what the legend had to do with anything, the terror of turning to stone was very very real. 

Even the Spinsters safe in the Cobwebs did not know what would be done.  They called meeting after meeting, deciding what to do with the King's Call to the search.  Surely the best and the bravest among them would go and help the Tangle, just like all Spinsters did in times of crisis since the Cobwebs were built.

The Little Spider waited at the Entrance of his little ceiling village, waiting for the Spinster hero that would answer the Kings Call. 
 He wanted to give the hero his lucky bear Ribbit, so that they would never get lonely on walking through the Cobwebs so high above the kingdoms below.

The Little Spider waited.  He waited and waited.  
But no one ever came.

When he asked his Daddy, his Daddy didn't know.  Surely it would be the bravest Spinster that would seek the heart.
When he asked his Mummy, his Mummy didn't know.  Surely it would be the kindest Spinster that would seek the heart.

The Little Spider puzzled.  This brave and kind Spinster.  Where were they?  No one else seemed to know.  
The Little Spider puzzled and puzzled until he could puzzle no more.  
Then he knew why.

Was he brave?  Yes, very brave.  Was he kind?  Oh Yes indeed.  Very kind.

That would mean, that it was up to him.  Surely it could be nothing else.  No one else was coming.  He would go out on this periless quest, going and questing and searching for the Heart of the [i][b]Gobbledygook[/b][/i].  He knew that rocks were pretty cold.  So if a person was a rock, they'd be cold too!  Spinsters couldn't let people go cold no matter if they are from the Below, The Green, The Castle, The Cobwebs, The Tower, The Underbed, or even The Outside!  A Spinster that did that?  Well they were hardly a Spinster at all!

The Little Spider gathered his things.  His basket of wicker, his needles, his threads, his snacks, his drinks, his fiddle and games, and Ribbet of course.  And with nary a word to his parents he was on his way, running with all haste and speed to the Gardens Green to meet with King, and the searchers.

The Little Spider was happy again.
No telling who he would meet on this great adventure![/color][/center]