Chapter 11

           Thenextdaywasfoggy.Everythingonthefarmwasdrippingwet.Thegrasslookedlikeamagiccarpet.Theasparaguspatchlookedlikeasilverforest.

           Onfoggymornings,Charlotte’swebwastrulyathingofbeauty.Thismorningeachthinstrandwasdecoratedwithdozensoftinybeadsofwater.Thewebglistenedinthelightandmadeapatternoflovelinessandmystery,likeadelicateveil.EvenLurvy,whowasn’tparticularlyinterestedinbeauty,noticedthewebwhenhecamewiththepig’sbreakfast.Henotedhowclearlyitshowedupandhenotedhowbigandcarefullybuiltitwas.Andthenhetookanotherlookandhesawsomethingthatmadehimsethispaildown.There,inthecenteroftheweb,neatlywoveninblockletters,wasamessage.Itsaid:

           SOMEPIG!

           Lurvyfeltweak.HebrushedhishandacrosshiseyesandstaredharderatCharlotte’sweb.

           "I’mseeingthings,"hewhispered.Hedroppedtohiskneesandutteredashortprayer.Then,forgettingallaboutWilbur’sbreakfast,hewalkedbacktothehouseandcalledMr.Zuckerman.

           "Ithinkyou’dbettercomedowntothepigpen,"hesaid.

           "What’sthetrouble?"askedMr.Zuckerman."Anythingwrongwiththepig?"

           "N-notexactly,"saidLurvy."Comeandseeforyourself."

           ThetwomenwalkedsilentlydowntoWilbur’syard.Lurvypointedtothespider’sweb."DoyouseewhatIsee?"heasked.

           Zuckermanstaredatthewritingontheweb.Thenhemurmuredthewords"SomePig."ThenhelookedatLurvy.Thentheybothbegantotremble.Charlotte,sleepyafterhernight’sexertions,smiledasshewatched.Wilburcameandstooddirectlyundertheweb.