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           Whenheheardthecrowdbegintocheerandclapagain,hesuddenlyfaintedaway.Hislegscollapsed,hismindwentblank,andhefelltotheground,unconscious.

           "What’swrong?"askedtheloudspeaker."What’sgoingon,Zuckerman?What’sthetroublewithyourpig?"

           AverywaskneelingbyWilbur’shead,strokinghim.Mr.Zuckermanwasdancingabout,fanninghimwithhiscap.

           "He’sallright,"criedMr.Zuckerman."Hegetsthesespells.He’smodestandcan’tstandpraise."

           "Well,wecan’tgiveaprizetoadeadpig,"saidtheloudspeaker."It’sneverbeendone."

           "Heisn’tdead,"holleredZuckerman."He’sfainted.Hegetsembarrassedeasily.Runforsomewater,Lurvy!"

           Lurvysprangfromthejudges’ringanddisappeared.

           Templetonpokedhisheadfromthestraw.HenoticedthattheendofWilbur’stailwaswithinreach.

           Templetongrinned."I’lltendtothis,"hechuckled.HetookWilbur’stailinhismouthandbitit,justashardashecouldbite.ThepainrevivedWilbur.Inaflashhewasbackonhisfeet.

           "Ouch!"hescreamed.

           "Hoorray!"yelledthecrowd."He’sup!Thepig’sup!Goodwork,Zuckerman!That’ssomepig!"Everyonewasdelighted.Mr.Zuckermanwasthemostpleasedofall.Hesighedwithrelief.NobodyhadseenTempleton.Therathaddonehisworkwell.

           Andnowoneofthejudgesclimbedintotheringwiththeprizes.HehandedMr.Zuckermantwotendollarbillsandafivedollarbill.ThenhetiedthemedalaroundWilbur’sneck.ThenheshookhandswithMr.ZuckermanwhileWilburblushed.Averyputouthishandandthejudgeshookhandswithhim,too.Thecrowdcheered.