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You
'll
never
catch
me
up
your
tree
!
"
Not
very
good
perhaps
,
but
then
you
must
remember
that
he
had
to
make
it
up
himself
,
on
the
spur
of
a
very
awkward
moment
.
It
did
what
he
wanted
any
way
.
As
he
sang
he
threw
some
more
stones
and
stamped
.
Practically
all
the
spiders
in
the
place
came
after
him
:
some
dropped
to
the
ground
,
others
raced
along
the
branches
,
swung
from
tree
to
tree
,
or
cast
new
ropes
across
the
dark
spaces
.
They
made
for
his
noise
far
quicker
than
he
had
expected
.
They
were
frightfully
angry
.
Quite
apart
from
the
stones
no
spider
has
ever
liked
being
called
Attercop
,
and
Tomnoddy
of
course
is
insulting
to
anybody
.
Off
Bilbo
scuttled
to
a
fresh
place
,
but
several
of
the
spiders
had
run
now
to
different
points
in
the
glade
where
they
lived
,
and
were
busy
spinning
webs
across
all
the
spaces
between
the
tree-stems
.
Very
soon
the
hobbit
would
be
caught
in
a
thick
fence
of
them
all
round
him-that
at
least
was
the
spiders
'
idea
.
Standing
now
in
the
middle
of
the
hunting
and
spinning
insects
Bilbo
plucked
up
his
courage
and
began
a
new
song
:
"
Lazy
Lob
and
crazy
Cob
are
weaving
webs
to
wind
me
.
I
am
far
more
sweet
than
other
meat
,
but
still
they
can
not
find
me
!
Here
am
I
,
naughty
little
fly
;
you
are
fat
and
lazy
.
You
can
not
trap
me
,
though
you
try
,
in
your
cobwebs
crazy
.
"
