In ancient Rome, in Mionia, there was a clever girl named Lacny. Her father is an expert in washing and dyeing, and her mother is a skilled weaver. Ever since Alkell Nie was able to walk, he watched beautiful fabrics "grow" inch by inch on his mother's loom. Lacny often forgets to play, blinking his big blue eyes and staring at his mother's hand, wondering how these long and sensitive hands can weave tapestries full of flowers or jumping deer and rabbits. Her mother taught her to spin when she was a little older. Lacny is very clever. She learns quickly. Later, even her mother was surprised by her fabric.

When Lacny was ten years old, his mother fell ill and died. Father and daughter live together and dye people's fabrics for a living. My father's skill is superb. He can dye wool as beautiful as a rainbow. Lacny weaves exquisite tapestries, carpets and fabrics of different colors and styles with wool dyed by his father. The things she knits are beautiful and durable, with an indescribable beauty. Everyone rushed to buy Lacny's textiles. Those fabrics, tapestries and carpets are often snapped up before they are brought to the market.

Fairy girls in the sky learned that there was such a clever girl in the world, and they came to the world one after another and witnessed Lacny's masterpiece. Who knows, this scene has opened the eyes of fairies. They never imagined that there were such clever girls and such exquisite fabrics in the world! The fairies crowded together, twittering, admiring and excited. But when they finally remembered the creator of these fabrics and turned to look at the girl, they could not help but open their mouths and were shocked again: "Ah! Lacny's textile movements are as beautiful as dancing! "

Look, she is sitting among a pile of snow-white wool, just like a goddess flying in white clouds! Her fingers in her left hand kept spinning, and her right hand added white wool to the spinning wheel. On her slender fingers, like countless elves jumping happily. After a while, piles of wool were spun into wool. My skilled father took the wool, and in a blink of an eye, he dyed bundles of wool in colorful colors, dried them and piled them beside Lacny's loom. Lacny started the loom, thought for a while, and soon woven bundles of wool into exquisite finished products.

The fairies watched, envied, envied and forgot the time. It was already dark when they flew back to the sky.

Since then, fairies in the forest and rivers often leave their vineyards or their own rivers and crowd on the girl's windowsill to watch her spinning. They are also like fairy girls in the sky, lingering.

"Lacny's textile technology is the best in the world!" The news spread farther and farther like wings, and finally reached Minerva, Sivir in the sky, which made her very unhappy.

It turns out that among the gods, Minerva, Sivir, is the cleverest and dexterous one. Although she is an omnipotent god of war, no one can match her in spinning and weaving, and the gods often praise her with the most wonderful words. Now, hearing the fairies cooing about Lacny, her face can't stand it. After careful consideration, she felt that only when Lacny admitted that she had learned the craft from Sivir could she save her honor. So Minerva became an old woman with wrinkled face and gray hair, and came to Lacny's house trembling with crutches. She stood at the door and said to the busy textile worker:

"Well, you do weave very well, but you must respect the goddess. Go and apologize to Minerva and ask her to forgive your disrespect! "

"Of course Sivir knits well," Lacny looked at the strange old woman and replied proudly, "I didn't say she didn't knit well. Besides, my parents really taught me my craft, not Minerva, and she has no reason to say that I don't respect her. If she is willing to come here, we can compare on the spot. "

"I am Sivir!" The old woman said that she immediately returned to the original shape of wearing a helmet and armor, and the crutch became Jin Mao. The onlookers fell to their knees in surprise and did not dare to look up. Only Lacny didn't panic. She raised her delicate face and smiled at Minerva, still twisting her spindle and continuing spinning. Minerva looked at the girl, then at the crowd and shouted angrily:

"Lift the loom! Competition! "

The game began, and all kinds of wool piled up into two hills. Lacny and Minerva sat beside two looms, knitting with rapt attention. There was a dark crowd around, but it was quiet. People held their breath and watched the race between man and god. The loom is ringing, and under two pairs of skillful hands, the silver shuttle looks like dancing. Crane, plumes of colored wool flow into the loom. After a while, both of them finished knitting. Minerva proudly raised her eyebrows and raised the tapestry in her hand. People look at Sivir's works, open their eyes in surprise, admire and fear, admire and discuss in a low voice, and carefully choose the most appropriate words to praise this work, for fear of annoying this intelligent and dignified goddess. Minerva heard enough compliments from people and said:

"Arak nie? Compare yours!

As Lacny started her work, everyone immediately forgot the existence of Minerva and could not help but drink loudly:

"ah! How beautiful! Great! "

"This is exquisite!"

"Lacny! Lacny! Who is better than the gods, Lacny! "

People's faces show sincere admiration. They smiled, praised and were proud of Lacny.

The smug smile suddenly disappeared from Minerva's beautiful face. She was livid with anger, immediately jumped up, grabbed Lacny's tapestry, tore it into pieces under three times and two times, fell heavily to the ground, picked up the shuttle and smashed it on Lacny's head. Lacny's beautiful face suddenly turned pale, and her big blue eyes were filled with tears. She stared at Minerva angrily, her mouth nagging said:

"You, you, you are insulting others!"

After that, she grabbed a rope to tie wool, tied it to a high loom and hanged herself. Minerva was very embarrassed to see things like this. She said wryly:

"Why is this?" She came forward to untie Lacny, and blew a few breaths to wake Lacny up. Lacny is still alive, but still in a coma. Minerva turned and walked away to get poisonous weed juice from the evil god of hell. She spilled venom on Lacny and said:

"You bad girl, want to die, it's not that easy! I won't let you die, I will let you suffer alive. I want you to become a spider and hang in the air forever, so that your descendants can live like this for generations, without a moment's rest and without any guarantee. " With that, Minerva returned to heaven.

Lacny woke up. Her beautiful hair fell off, her ears and nose disappeared, her long fingers became legs, and the rest of her body became a round and big belly. She has completely turned into a spider, and she has been knitting and knitting ever since. ...

Thousands of years have passed, and the temple in Minerva has been ruined, collapsed and turned into ruins. Near the ruins, the trees growing in nature are lush and more lush. In countless trees, few spiders are still weaving webs. They weave exquisite tapestries with their bodies and lives until the end of the world.