Charlotte's Web Page #7

my sweet, sweet Wilbur.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

I love you.

Is that our lovely-ovely-ovely

little Wilbur?

- And he's got a medal!

- Strong work, kid.

He looks so grown up.

- I always knew he could do it.

- Never had a doubt.

Welcome home, Wilbur.

Wilbur?

Where's Charlotte?

I got a bad feeling, Bits.

Me, too.

Now, that isn't to say

Charlotte was gone forever.

She lived on

in the hearts of those that knew her,

and even those that didn't.

Something had changed

in Somerset County.

It was as if people knew

they lived in a special place now.

And, in small ways,

they started being special people,

a little bit kinder,

a bit more understanding.

And the animals felt different, too.

Closer.

The warmth of their friendship carried

them through the long, cold months.

They showed it

in little gestures of kindness,

unusual patience,

and promises kept.

Even the hardest of hearts found

themselves rising to the occasion.

And, finally, the greatest promise of all,

a spring pig saw his first snowfall.

It was as though Charlotte herself

had shaken it out of the sky.

The stillness of winter continued

to the first thaw, like it always does.

And then, the first buds of spring.

And, before you knew it,

life had come full circle.

They're here! They're here!

They're here, everybody!

Hey, there. I'm Wilbur.

I'm a friend of your mom's.

Boy, are we glad to see you!

So creepy!

And cute! Just like their mother.

They're so, so beautiful.

I just want to scoop them up

and hug them all.

Wow, you can fly!

Look at you go!

Now that is something to follow.

Go, little spiders! Be free! I wish I could.

I'm kidding, honey.

I think I got one inside my beak.

- Thanks, baby.

- That's my Golly-olly-olly.

Wow!

I can't believe they're really here.

- So pretty.

- Yeah, Bits.

You doing okay over there, lke?

I'm okay with it. I'm okay with it, Bets.

I'm okay with it.

Spiders are nice. Spiders are my friend.

Spiders won't hurt me.

Wait! What's happening?

What are you doing?

- Bye!

- Bye!

Please don't go.

- Goodbye! Bye!

- Wait! Wait!

Goodbye!

Where are you going?

We're setting forth.

We take to the breeze.

We go as we please.

We take to the breeze!

Bye!

But you can't go!

I had so much I wanted to tell you!

And someone I wanted to tell you about.

Salutations!

- Who said that?

- I'm up here.

- So am I.

- Me, too.

- We'd like to stay.

- We like it here.

And we like you, too.

You're staying? Oh, that's great!

That's really, really great!

Three friends! What are your names?

I'll tell you my name if you'll tell me

why you're trembling.

Well, I think I'm trembling with joy.

- Then my name is Joy.

- Joy? Perfect.

- What was my mom's middle initial?

- A.

Then my name is Aranea.

Wow! Great name!

Why don't you pick my name for me?

Something sensible.

Not too long, not too fancy.

And not too dumb.

Tricky. How about

Nellie?

Nellie? I like it. Well done!

Joy, Aranea, Nellie,

you have chosen a hallowed doorway

in which to spin your webs.

This was your mother's doorway.

She was loyal, brilliant, beautiful,

and she was my friend.

I will treasure her memory forever.

So, to you, her daughters,

I pledge my friendship.

I pledge mine!

- I do, too!

- So do I!

Okay, I'd like to make

a couple of announcements.

First of all,

if you gals are word-lovers,

and you need

a few scraps of paper for inspiration,

don't look at me.

My word-fetching days are over.

I'm not the rat I used to be.

I'm at least twice that.

So, if you need something to write,

try this,

"Some rat." Some rat.

Think about it.

Slops! Oh, yeah!

And, in an ordinary barn,

an ordinary pig, a runt no less,

stood surrounded by friends,

welcoming his second spring.

And that spring was followed by many,

many more.

All because someone stopped to see

the grace

and beauty and nobility

of the humblest creature.

That is the miracle of friendship.

It is not often

that someone comes along

who is a true friend and a good writer.

Charlotte was both.

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