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Ladybird.
    ‘James,’ the Centipede said. ‘Your name
is
James, isn’t it?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Well, James, have you ever in your life seen such a marvellous colossal Centipede as me?’
    ‘I certainly haven‘t,’ James answered. ‘How on earth did you get to be like that?’
    ‘
Very
peculiar,’ the Centipede said. ‘
Very, very
peculiar indeed. Let me tell you what happened. I was messing about in the garden under the old peach tree and suddenly a funny little green thing came wriggling past my nose. Bright green it was, and extraordinarily beautiful, and it looked like some kind of a tiny stone or crystal…’
    ‘Oh, but I know what that was!’ cried James.
    ‘It happened to me, too!’ said the Ladybird.
    ‘And me!’ Miss Spider said. ‘Suddenly there were little green things everywhere! The soil was full of them!’
    ‘I actually swallowed one!’ the Earthworm declared proudly.
    ‘So did I!’ the Ladybird said.
    ‘I swallowed three!’ the Centipede cried. ‘But who’s telling this story anyway? Don’t interrupt!’
    ‘It’s too late to tell stories now,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper announced. ‘It’s time to go to sleep.’
    ‘I refuse to sleep in my boots!’ the Centipede cried. ‘How many more are there to come off, James?’
    ‘I think I‘ve done about twenty so far,’ James told him.
    ‘Then that leaves eighty to go,’ the Centipede said.
    ‘
Twenty-two
, not
eighty!
’ shrieked the Earthworm. ‘He’s lying again.’
    The Centipede roared with laughter.
    ‘Stop pulling the Earthworm’s leg,’ the Ladybird said.
    This sent the Centipede into hysterics. ‘Pulling his
leg!
’ he cried, wriggling with glee and pointing at the Earthworm. ‘Which leg am I pulling? You tell me that!’
    James decided that he rather liked the Centipede. He was obviously a rascal, but what a change it was to hear somebody laughing once in a while. He had never heard Aunt Sponge or Aunt Spikerlaughing aloud in all the time he had been with them.
    ‘We really
must
get some sleep,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper said. ‘We‘ve got a tough day ahead of us tomorrow. So would you be kind enough, Miss Spider, to make the beds?’

Thirteen
    A few-minutes later, Miss Spider had made the first bed. It was hanging from the ceiling, suspended by a rope of threads at either end so that actually it looked more like a hammock than a bed. But it was a magnificent affair, and the stuff that it was made of shimmered like silk in the pale light.
    ‘I do hope you’ll find it comfortable,’ Miss Spider said to the Old-Green-Grasshopper. ‘I made it as soft and silky as I possibly could. I spun it with gossamer. That’s a much better quality thread than the one I use for my own web.’
    ‘Thank you so much, my dear lady,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper said, climbing into the hammock. ‘Ah, this is just what I needed. Good night, everybody. Good night.’
    Then Miss Spider spun the next hammock, and the Ladybird got in.
    After that, she spun a long one for the Centipede, and an even longer one for the Earthworm.
    ‘And how do you like
your
bed?’ she said toJames when it came to his turn. ‘Hard or soft?’
    ‘I like it soft, thank you very much,’ James answered.
    ‘For goodness’ sake stop staring round the room and get on with my boots!’ the Centipede said. ‘You and I are never going to get any sleep at this rate! And kindly line them up neatly in pairs as you take them off. Don’t just throw them over your shoulder.’
    James worked away frantically on the Centipede’s boots. Each one had laces that had to be untied and loosened before it could be pulled off, and to make matters worse, all the laces were tied up in the most terrible complicated knots that had to be unpicked with fingernails. It was just awful. It took about two hours. And by the time James had pulled off the last boot of all and had lined them up in a row on the floor – twenty-one pairs altogether – the Centipede was fast