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Chapter 22
Thestreamsandditchesbubbledandchatteredwithrushingwater.Asparrowwithastreakybreastarrivedandsang.Thelightstrengthened,themorningscamesooner.Almosteverymorningtherewasanothernewlambinthesheepfold.Thegoosewassittingonnineeggs.Theskyseemedwiderandawarmwindblew.ThelastremainingstrandsofCharlotte’soldwebfloatedawayandvanished.
Onefinesunnymorning,afterbreakfast,Wilburstoodwatchinghisprecioussac.Hewasn’tthinkingofanythingmuch.Ashestoodthere,henoticedsomethingmove.Hesteppedcloserandstared.Atinyspidercrawledfromthesac.Itwasnobiggerthanagrainofsand,nobiggerthantheheadofapin.
Itsbodywasgreywithablackstripeunderneath.Itslegsweregreyandtan.ItlookedjustlikeCharlotte.
Wilburtrembledalloverwhenhesawit.Thelittlespiderwavedathim.ThenWilburlookedmoreclosely.Twomorelittlespiderscrawledoutandwaved.Theyclimbedroundandroundonthesac,exploringtheirnewworld.Thenthreemorelittlespiders.Theneight.Thenten.Charlotte’schildrenwerehereatlast.
Wilbur’sheartpounded.Hebegantosqueal.Thenheracedincircles,kickingmanureintotheair.Thenheturnedabackflip.ThenheplantedhisfrontfeetandcametoastopinfrontofCharlotte’schildren.
"Hello,there!"hesaid.
Thefirstspidersaidhello,butitsvoicewassosmallWilburcouldn’thearit.
"Iamanoldfriendofyourmother’s,"saidWilbur."I’mgladtoseeyou.Areyouallright?Iseverythingallright?"
Thelittlespiderswavedtheirforelegsathim.