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           "Somepig!"mutteredLurvyinalowvoice.

           "Somepig!"whisperedMr.Zuckerman.TheystaredandstaredforalongtimeatWilbur.ThentheystaredatCharlotte.

           "Youdon’tsupposethatthatspider…"beganMr.Zuckerman-butheshookhisheadanddidn’tfinishthesentence.Instead,hewalkedsolemnlybackuptothehouseandspoketohiswife."Edith,somethinghashappened,"hesaid,inaweakvoice.Hewentintothelivingroomandsatdown,andMrs.Zuckermanfollowed.

           "I’vegotsomethingtotellyou,Edith,"hesaid."Youbettersitdown."

           Mrs.Zuckermansankintoachair.Shelookedpaleandfrightened.

           "Edith,"hesaid,tryingtokeephisvoicesteady,"Ithinkyouhadbestbetoldthatwehaveaveryunusualpig."

           AlookofcompletebewildermentcameoverMrs.Zuckerman’sface."HomerZuckerman,whatintheworldareyoutalkingabout?"shesaid.

           "Thisisaveryseriousthing,Edith,"hereplied."Ourpigiscompletelyoutoftheordinary."

           "What’sunusualaboutthepig?"askedMrs.Zuckerman,whowasbeginningtorecoverfromherscare.

           "Well,Idon’treallyknowyet,"saidMr.Zuckerman."Butwehavereceivedasign,Edith-amysterioussign.Amiraclehashappenedonthisfarm.Thereisalargespider’swebinthedoorwayofthebarncellar,rightoverthepigpen,andwhenLurvywenttofeedthepigthismorning,henoticedthewebbecauseitwasfoggy,andyouknowhowaspider’sweblooksverydistinctinafog.Andrightspanginthemiddleofthewebtherewerethewords’SomePig."Thewordswerewovenrightintotheweb.Theywereactualpartoftheweb,Edith.