As the bird flitted about a good deal, the spider had frequently to change its direction in following.

The former after one of its short flights, settled into a pet-flower directly in front of where the latter lay crouching.

It did not enter the cup of the flower, but remained at the mouth--poised upon its whirring wings--while with its long prehensile tongue it drew out the honey.

It had scarcely been a moment in this position, when the tarantula sprang forward and clutched it round the body with his antennae.

The bird, with a wild chirrup, like that of a distressed cricket, flew outward and upwards.
Its wings were still free, and all expected it would carry off the spider that was now seen clinging around it.