-Aunt-Spider, aunt-Spider!Your mother said you should come home
quickly because she is very ill. -I am weaving in the loom, tell my
mother and I can‘ t come, she answered. The boy goes back and
says to mother that the Spider can‘ t come because she is weaving
in the loom. Mother was aggrieved again and cursed her saying: Weave and unweave and never have a cloth! -Go now, my boy, to the
Bee, my last-born who is my last hope. The boy goes to the Bee‘ s
house and says: -Aunt-Bee, aunt-Bee!Your mother said you should
go home, because she is seriously ill and wants to see you. The Bee
was kneading in the trough at the time. When she heard her
mother‘s wish, from the boy‘s mouth, she leaves the dough and runs
home. -My sweet mummy, what‘s wrong? -I ‗m dying, my daughter,
she answered.But before I die, I give you a blessing.May your
hands be always full of wax so as people to use it to make candles
and light them in church, just like they are full of dough now.May
your sweet words and your saliva become honey for people to eat.
Since then, the tortoise lives with a shell on her back……. The
hedgehog with spines on his body…….. the spider weaves her
cobweb all the time…….. And the bee makes wax and honey…….