Finish the story begins with: “What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
In the fairy world Horents the spider spun webs of allure and deceit.
Along each strand were delights of every imaginable kind. The sweet, the sour, the bland and the simple ghastly.
He catered for every taste and liked to sun himself and throw at each passer-by the temptation to “Come into my parlour.”
Horents was a chubby spider, he ate well, and he enjoyed eating, as there was always someone gullible enough to take that one fatal step.
When he pounced, gone was his gentle persuasive self, for in the blink of an eye he injected his venom.
As Horents devoured his prey he would look out at the world going by and smile to himself having no doubt that one of those who flittered past would one day come that little bit closer.