Sylvie Spider Starts Again

In the corner of a garden lived a small spider named Sylvie. Sylvie had eight legs, eight tiny eyes and a very big job: building her web.

She let out a thread of silk from the back of her body, from little parts called spinnerets. The wind carried the thread across to a rose bush, where it stuck.

Then she ran back and forth, back and forth. She made spokes like a wheel. She went round and round in a spiral. By morning, her web sparkled with dew.

Then a big gust of wind came. Whoosh! It tore a hole right in the middle.

"Oh dear," said Sylvie. She sighed. Then she started again.

The next day, a butterfly flew by, a little too close. Its wing caught the edge. The butterfly pulled free and fluttered away safely, but the web was a tangle.

"Oh dear," said Sylvie. She sighed. Then she started again.

The next day, the gardener brushed past with a wheelbarrow. Swish! The whole web was gone.

A ladybug watched from a leaf. "Aren't you tired of starting again?" she asked.

"Spiders are used to it," said Sylvie. "Lots of spiders like me build a new web almost every day. I even roll up my old silk and eat it, so I can use it again."

"That is clever," said the ladybug. "And a little bit gross."

Sylvie laughed. Then she let out a fresh thread, and the wind carried it across to the rose bush. "Every web I make," she said, "I get a little bit better."

⭐ The End ⭐