Charlotte's Web Page #3

- I'm next!

- I'm next!

- I'm next!

- I'm next, too!

- Looking pretty good, huh?

- Sure is.

Hi, there. Are you new to the barn?

I'm Wilbur.

Wilbur, it's me.

Me? Great name!

No, me. Me! Samuel! The sheep!

Wow! What happened to you?

The world's first pig web! Ta-da!

I think you'd better

leave the web-spinning to me.

After weeks and weeks,

and I'm talking about some long weeks

of waiting and expecting,

all the hard work has finally paid off.

Wow! Look at them! They were eggs,

and now they're... They're just...

Look at them!

Wow, Gussy,

you did a really terrific job!

They don't call me Mother Goose

for nothing.

Congratulations.

Would you look at that!

Yes, thank you, thank you!

It wasn't easy, but I managed.

You managed?

I'm kidding, honey. We managed.

Six, seven. Weren't there eight eggs?

Could this be a dud?

Golly! Golly!

- Golly!

- Whoa!

Whoa, there, Father Goose!

I'm just trying to help the happy couple.

What do you want

with a rotten egg, anyway?

I want a rotten egg

for the simple reason that...

You never know.

This one didn't make it.

I think we have to let it go.

Oh, take it!

And add it

to that nasty-asty collection of yours.

Last one out is a rotten egg!

- Well, I thought it was funny.

- I should have pecked him!

Don't you break that egg, rat.

A broken rotten egg would make

this barn stink to high heaven.

That would be a change.

Why are you laughing, Bits?

He just said we stink.

Oh, yeah. This is good.

This will come in handy.

You really are a handsome devil.

Oh, boy.

Egg-xactly!

Saw a big old spider in the doorway!

Gonna go catch it!

No, Avery! Come back here!

- Here, spidey-spidey.

- You can't do that!

Stop!

- Gotcha!

- No, no, Avery!

Wilbur, no! Come on, Wilbur, get off!

Wilbur, Wilbur, why did you do that?

Avery! No!

That stinks!

Oh, that is gross.

Man, is that you?

No. I smell a smell, though.

Think it's scary guy?

- He's trying to stink us away from the...

- Corn!

Guess the yolk's on me.

That is one ripe egg.

That stinks good!

That is disgusting!

- We told you not to break that egg.

- Now look what you've done, rat!

It saved Charlotte, didn't it?

Yeah, ingrates.

I saved the leggy lady's life.

- You mean that as a good thing, right?

- Of course.

I do have a few eyes, you know,

and I think

Wilbur did most of the saving.

I know. Ironic, isn't it?

He's saving you,

and they're saving him for Christmas.

Templeton!

What's Christmas?

The day you'll be cured.

But I'm not sick.

I didn't say you were sick.

- Uh-oh. That was a mistake.

- Yep. Typical rat.

What? You're going to lie

to the future football here? Okay.

But it's a sad statement when

I'm the most honest guy in the place.

Templeton, what are you talking about?

Come winter,

the farmer will be checking you

into the old smokehouse hotel.

And the only checking out that happens

is when people gather around and say,

"Check out that yummy sausage.

"Check out that sizzling bacon."

So, that's what that is for.

Ain't for roasting chestnuts.

He wouldn't. Humans love pigs.

Well, they love pork.

Well, this is awkward, isn't it?

Charlotte!

Charlotte, is it true?

Wilbur, few spring pigs get to see

the snows of winter.

No! I can't believe this. I won't believe it.

- Oh, Wilbur.

- It isn't fair!

- I want to live! I want to see the snow!

- And you will.

I'm making you a promise right now.

I am not going to let them kill you.

You're a spider. You're little.

They're huge!

How are you going to stop them?

I have no idea. But it's a promise,

and promises are something

I never break.

Just don't you worry about it, Wilbur.

Besides, it's a long time

until Christmas.

Okay, Charlotte. If you say so.

- Dad?

- Yeah.

Can I walk home? I promised Wilbur

I'd be there right away.

- Sure. That's fine with me.

- Thanks.

Fern, wait!

Why don't you go to the Whites'

or the Sergeants' today and play?

- Or you could have someone over.

- Why?

Because you're spending too much time

in that barn.

It isn't good for you

to be alone so much.

Alone? All my best friends are there.

- Except the rat.

- The rat?

I wouldn't call him my friend,

but the rest of them are.

They tell the greatest stories.

They make me laugh.

And I promised them I'd read 'em

this book, so I got to go. Bye!

Dr. Dorian, it's ridiculous, isn't it?

To think that animals can actually talk?

I don't know. Maybe an animal said

something to me and I didn't hear it

because I wasn't paying attention.

Maybe children are just better listeners

than we are.

Well, it worries me to no end.

What's got you worried is that her only

friends are pigs, sheep, geese and rats.

Well, not rats.

No.

- Does she look well?

- Yes.

Appetite's good?

- Does she sleep well at night?

- Yes.

I mean, she's right as rain in that way.

Well, there is a name for her condition.

It's called a childhood phase.

And, sadly,

it's something she'll grow out of.

Charlotte, what are you doing?

Thinking.

I do my best thinking upside down.

Blood goes to my head

and perks me up.

I've been thinking, too, you know,

about Christmas.

Don't worry, Wilbur.

We'll figure something out.

Come on, lke. Come on.

Not to be too much trouble,

but have you figured something out?

Not yet, but it's like a web.

You make it, you wait,

and something always comes.

Good night, Charlotte.

Good night, Wilbur.

And swing.

And stick.

And loop.

And back up, stick, and...

Mr. Zuckerman!

Okay, you gotta come see this.

Come on, Homer!

Come on!

- What's a "so me pig"?

- It's "some pig."

It's a miracle.

It's nothing short of a bona fide miracle.

Minister Beecher?

Homer. Edith.

What brings you here?

Divinity?

We think so.

We'd better keep this quiet

until I address it in my sermon.

You can't tell a soul,

but you gotta come up to the barn.

Keep it between me and you.

- Swing by the farm.

- Okay. Goodbye.

Now, don't tell nobody.

Shouldn't get around.

There's a word in a spider web

at Zuckerman's barn.

Charlotte, what does a "some pig" do?

This isn't for what you do.

It's for what you are.

Some pigs might smile a bit.

The lifting of the head, nice touch!

As ugly as that spider is,

we should have known she was smart.

So, you don't believe that someone

might be smart and pretty?

No. Yes! I mean, yes, because you are.

Clever little spider, isn't she?

Where's the spider who did this?

Well, we looked all over

and couldn't find one.

Looks pretty good.

Still ain't gonna change anything.

He's a goner.

Yeah. Glad nobody eats cows.

- Got to admit, that's a fine-looking pig.

- Yep, that's some pig, all right.

After a few weeks,

the phenomenon of the web wore off.

Nobody cared anymore,

and what was amazing yesterday

was suddenly ordinary again today.

It looked like

Wilbur might not see snow after all.

Excuse me, but why are we here?

I mean, yes, barn meeting and so on

and so forth. I understand that.

But must this concern us?

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