Web Weaver, by Ian Fletcher

None could weave like she. Arachne wove the clothes of kings.

“Even Athena, goddess of crafts, cannot surpass my art,” she declared.

One day an old woman appeared, challenging Arachne to a contest.

Arachne wove a silver cloak from finest silk, but the old woman fashioned one of shimmering gold from the rays of the sun, finer than any mortal hand could make.

The old woman rose 10-feet tall. It was Athena herself.

“Spare my life,” pleaded Arachne.

“Then live on and weave,” said Athena, turning her into a huge spider.

Thus Arachne scurried away to weave her webs eternally.


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