There once was a little old lady,who lived in a little old house.

Her grandkids never bothered to visit.

Every day the little old lady took a little walk around the big,dark forest.

She would see large trees and talk to the friendly frogs in the pond, they told her silly jokes.

She especially loved the dainty doe and her shy fawn, they loved to visit her on her birthday.

But the little old lady was always lonely. It neverd seems like she could leave the forest surrounding her home. Till one day the little old lady sat in her over grown grass knitting. She saw a black little spider. "Oh gracias me I seemed to run out of silk to make my web". The little lady offered to knitt him a web only if he told her how to get beyond the forest. He agreed only if she left without looking behind her. So the little old lady got to work knitting the fine and silky web for the spider. She put all she had into the web: sadness, loneliness, and desperation. She finished right before the sun set. "Here's your fine built web good spider". The spider investigated the web. " Yes, this is perfect. I'll tell you how to get out of the forest" so the spider did and the little old lady took off for her trip. On her journey she saw one owl,two deers, three frogs, four clovers,five bees,six butterfly's,seven fish, eight Grass hopper's, nine racoons, ten robins. They all sang a Blissful song that made the forest come alive. She kept on walking down the beaten path. " My it's sure getting dark and ever so cold out here". The old lady comes across the bridge the spider told her about, but on it said caution to those who dear seek the Truth. But the little old lady didn't care and kept on walking. She saw one robin,two racoons,three grass hopper's,four fish,five butterflies, six bees, seven clovers, eight deers, nine frogs, ten owls. "That's odd". She kept walking. The little old lady sees a ugly and dirty pond filled with dead fish and frogs, she saw two men dragging a dead doe while her fawn hides, she sees dead hollow trees looming overhead." This doesn't look like a nice place at all" the little old lady drops her bags to the ground and a sickly dizzyness overwhelmed her. The little old lady saw her self laying in the over grown grass: dead. A spider had bitten her while she was knitting, her house decaying along with her body.