Паутина Шарлотты

           "Ithinkthere’ssomethingwrongwiththatpigofyours.Hehasn’ttouchedhisfood."

           "Givehimtwospoonfulsofsulphurandalittlemolasses,"saidMr.Zuckerman.

           Wilburcouldn’tbelievewhatwashappeningtohimwhenLurvycaughthimandforcedthemedicinedownhisthroat.Thiswascertainlytheworstdayofhislife.Hedidn’tknowwhetherhecouldenduretheawfullonelinessanymore.

           Darknesssettledovereverything.Soontherewereonlyshadowsandthenoisesofthesheepchewingtheircuds,andoccasionallytherattleofacow-chainupoverhead.YoucanimagineWilbur’ssurprisewhen,outofthedarkness,cameasmallvoicehehadneverheardbefore.Itsoundedratherthin,butpleasant."Doyouwantafriend,Wilbur?"itsaid."I’llbeafriendtoyou.I’vewatchedyoualldayandIlikeyou."

           "ButIcan’tseeyou,"saidWilbur,jumpingtohisfeet.

           "Whereareyou?Andwhoareyou?"

           "I’mrightuphere,"saidthevoice."Gotosleep.You’llseemeinthemorning."