The pixies had long ago ceased their daily cleanup of the forest. For it had grown old and ugly, and they were always more fond of the young trees with their bright green leaves and wick branches.

So the spiders had taken up their abode in the forgotten trees and spun their silken traps unheeded. The birds were less often seen in those sullen places, for fear that they might be caught within the tangled branches of the trees or the clinging ropes of the ancient spiders.

Title and Description by: Me.

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