{"id":407,"date":"2020-07-26T20:17:08","date_gmt":"2020-07-26T14:47:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/?p=407"},"modified":"2020-07-26T20:24:28","modified_gmt":"2020-07-26T14:54:28","slug":"wicked-spider-bee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/2020\/07\/26\/wicked-spider-bee\/","title":{"rendered":"Wicked Spider &#038; Bee"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">A wicked spider lived in a flower bed in a lovely garden. Her black body and dotted legs gave her a dreaded appearance. The young spider was a perfect hunter.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">After waking up one morning, she started weaving a web in front of an attractive cluster of pink flowers. She meticulously joined together each layer of the sticky thread until a perfect trap was in place. It was not easy for anyone to see the trap from a distance.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_406\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-406\" style=\"width: 830px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-406\" src=\"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-245x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"830\" height=\"1017\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-245x300.jpeg 245w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-836x1024.jpeg 836w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-768x941.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-480x588.jpeg 480w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower-408x500.jpeg 408w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Spider-and-flower.jpeg 922w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 830px) 100vw, 830px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-406\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><em>Illustration by: Neha Kumari<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">As the sun shone brightly over the garden, a white butterfly with black spots was attracted towards the flowers, but she was very careful. Before she could go and sit on the flowers, she looked carefully around and spotted the web.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u201c<span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">It is better to stay hungry than go near the flowers,\u201d she said to herself and flew away.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">Soon, a bee came to the garden. She was tiny.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">On seeing the flowers, she flew straight towards them, not caring to look around.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">Just when she was near the flowers, she got trapped in the thin web woven over the flowers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">Her legs and wings got entangled in the web and she could not move. She wriggled her legs and fluttered her wings, but in vain.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">It was too late for her. The bee had not been careful while choosing the flowers. It was a perfect hunter\u2019s web and there was no getting away from it.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">After many hours of struggle, the bee stopped trying to free herself and awaited her fate.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">After some time, the butterfly returned to the garden and saw that a bee had got trapped in the spider web. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">On seeing the tiny bee immobili<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">s<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">ed, she said, \u201cYou do not always get a second chance. You have to be cautious when you have time.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">The bee did not say anything but sobbed continuously.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_404\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-404\" style=\"width: 836px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-404\" src=\"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-298x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"836\" height=\"842\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-298x300.jpeg 298w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-150x150.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-768x774.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-480x483.jpeg 480w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee-496x500.jpeg 496w, https:\/\/thetoad.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/spider-and-bee.jpeg 973w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 836px) 100vw, 836px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-404\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><em>Illustration by: Neha Kumari<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">When the sun went down, the wicked spider came back and saw the bee caught in her web. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\" align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-size: large; color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: Bell MT, serif;\">She knew what she had to do. She devoured the helpless bee.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A wicked spider lived in a flower bed in a lovely garden. Her black body and dotted legs gave her a dreaded appearance. The young spider was a perfect hunter. After waking up one morning, she started weaving a web in front of an attractive cluster of pink flowers. She meticulously joined together each layer&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":406,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[16,9,13,15,11,8,23,22],"class_list":["post-407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories","tag-amusing","tag-children-stories","tag-fairytales","tag-inspirational","tag-kashmir","tag-kids-stories","tag-spider-and-bee","tag-spider-story","enable-dropcap"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/407"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=407"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/407\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}